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Falling Apart	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 937 -:- 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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Wufei was fairly bouncing in his seat from nerves. He hated this. He wanted out. The rational side of him said there were ten Preventers nearby. The fighter side of him said he was restrained with no weapon. And the weak side of him was terrified at the thought of seeing that man again. He wanted to hear Heero's voice, but Knight would have known something was up if he wore a comm. He was silently cursing Une for not providing him with a small one that was easily hidden in the ear canal, but she still claimed it was too risky. Her solution was a device sewn into the hem of his sweatpants that allowed them to hear him.
That was another issue in his mind. He didn't even have shoes on, or a shirt. Just the sweatpants. Grant had said it was necessary because he had supposedly been dragged from bed. He grunted internally. Grant said a lot of things.
Grant would have smiled if he didn't have a sick feeling in the bottom of his stomach due to what they were doing to Chang. He watched the Asian's expression shift from anxiety to anger to fear and back again. No, there was no way Knight would get suspicious. He pulled out his phone.
“Just entered Memphis, where am I going?”
“Where are you now?”
“That's none of your business,” Grant said, secretly surprised that Knight hadn't had them followed; unless the man was testing him.
“Excuse me?”
“Hey, I'm just the delivery boy, and I've had a hell of a time making sure to avoid any law enforcement whatsoever. By now they're sure to notice Yuy's dead, Chang's missing, and I'm the only one not at my post. My neck's on the line here, Knight. And I'm not risking a double cross. Don't question my methods or I'll let Chang go.”
“Rough drive? Chang's awfully quiet.”
“I knocked him out. If I have to sit through one more justice rant I'll charge you an extra million.”
Knight grunted. “Get to the condemned part of the city. (1) After you pass the remains of what used to be a large circular structure, if you're coming from the north... Are you coming from the north?”
“Yes.”
“All right, call me after you pass that structure.”
Grant flipped his phone closed. “Catch all that?”
Heero grunted but it was Une who spoke. “Exactly how much has he paid you?”
“What was that? I think my comm is malfunctioning.”
Duo's soft laughter filled their ears. “Please, Une, can we keep him?”
Trowa snorted. “Another Duo. Grant, what's the Webster's definition of scrupulous?”
He frowned. “Why scrupulous?”
“First word that popped in my head.”
Grant shrugged. “Adjective: having moral integrity: acting in strict regard for what is considered right or proper. Punctiliously exact: painstaking.”
“Please, please, please,” Duo begged.
“Do we really need two Duo's in our group?” Trowa asked.
“You may need a replacement soon, anyway.”
Deathly silence followed for a full two minutes.
“Duo,” Wufei growled.
“Yeah?”
“If you ever say anything like that again, I swear I'll shave your braid off while you sleep.”
“Uh... got it. Sorry.”
“How long till you reach your destination?” Une asked.
“Fifteen to twenty minutes.”
“Cut all chatter.”
As the silence returned, Wufei's nerves returned with a vengeance. And, as much as he wanted to, Grant didn't try to calm him. He needed Wufei as agitated as possible.
“How much did he pay you?”
Grant raised an eyebrow. “What does it matter?”
“It just does.”
He cleared his throat. “He paid Clark a hundred thousand. For the hack I got three-quarters of a million. For this I got a full million.”
Wufei ground his teeth, but said nothing more. Grant pulled out his phone again. “We're there.”
“A few miles up the road you'll see the remains of an old shopping center with a bike rack. Leave him there.”
Wufei scowled as they pulled into the parking lot of a large, dilapidated building. He stopped near the bike rack and noticed a heavy chain with an ankle cuff. He turned in his seat. “I have to drop you off and leave.” Several muttered curses poured through the comm and sudden panic hit Wufei.
“Take the cuffs off.”
He shook his head. “I can't.”
“I'll be defenseless!”
“Just because you can't see us doesn't me we aren't here.”
“No, I can't do this!”
Grant ignored him and got out, practically dragging Wufei to the bike rack. The Chinese man was on the verge of hyperventilating. Grant murmured an apology under his breath before punching Wufei. When he stumbled back stunned, Grant slapped the chain around his ankle and started to walk off.
“You can't leave me here! Grant!” As the car sped off, he fell to the ground, tugging at the chain. “Heero, come get me. I can't do this.” He knew he was being childish, but he didn't care. He clawed at the cuff until the tender skin around his ankle tore. Hysteria brought tears to his eyes and he muttered pleas for rescue.
“Poor little kitten.”
His head shot up and he scrambled as far away from the man as the length of the chain allowed. “Who are you?”
“I'm your pick up.” He leaned down and grabbed the chain, jerking Wufei to him. He shoved his foot to Wufei's back and slammed him to the ground, holding him there as he unlocked the chain. He pulled him to his feet by his hair.
“Where are you taking me? Let me go!”
He didn't respond, merely shoved Wufei into the building. He stumbled several times and the man pulled his hair sharply. “Hurry up.”
“Please, let me go.”
He turned Wufei and gazed down into wide obsidian eyes. “That wouldn't be a good idea from my perspective.”
“I have money. Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it.”
His eyes trailed lecherously down Wufei's body and back up again. “I know you will.”
He took off down the hall again, this time pulling Wufei by the handcuffs. “No! This isn't happening. This can't be happening.”
“But it is. Your day's just not going very well is it?” He pushed through a heavy metal door, disappearing further inside the building. “Oh, did you know that the center of this building was turned into a bomb shelter when the war broke out?”
Black eyes widened as the door slammed shut behind them. He was thrown to the floor and he barely got his hands under him to catch his fall. “Heero... Heero, please.”
“How sweet, praying to your dead lover.”
He looked up slowly. He'd been referring to him as Knight up until that point. Somehow attempting to delude himself with the hope that it wasn't the same man. But Knight wasn't the name is mind supplied. “Matthews.”
******
Heero cursed and threw the tracking device down. “Did anyone do recon on that building?”
“Yeah,” a member of the third team answered. “It's got a bomb shelter in the middle.”
Heero was already running. “Everyone move out!” He paused just outside the entrance the man had taken Wufei through, gun held up. He nodded to Trowa on the other side and the acrobat slipped in and quickly flipped out of the way of open fire. Heero rolled in, guns aimed in the direction the fire had come from, aiming low and praying he hit legs.
He heard a man curse and fall. He peeked around the corner of the wall to see him holding his leg and ducked back to safety as more bullets flew passed. He glanced to the other corner made by the door of the lobby and raised an eyebrow.
Trowa nodded that he was all right.
******
Matthews grinned as he gazed down at Wufei. “Miss me?”
“Like hell.” He was rewarded by a slap to the face.
“You never did have manners.”
Hands gripped him from behind, one pushing his face to the ground and the other lifting his hips. “What are you doing?”
He yanked Wufei's pants down. “Getting the other half of my payment.”
Wufei shifted to his hands and pushed back, knocking the man off balance. He almost reached his feet when Matthews backhanded him. He fell to the side and swung his cuffed fists at the man.
“Hold his hands, Knight.”
Wufei clenched his teeth as his hands were roughly pulled over his head and held to the cement. His chest heaved with gasping breaths as the thug spread his legs and pushed them to his chest, leaning between them. One of his hands slipped slightly and Wufei had the leverage to kick, catching him in the crotch.
“Shit!” He grabbed Wufei by the hair and slammed his head to the ground before punching him.
His vision went dark for a moment, and then he felt a cold blade press to his neck. Where the hell was Heero?
******
Blake pulled the plug on a grenade and tossed it down the hall. Blue and green eyes widened and then they hunched as it went off. Blake grinned. “Don't worry; I keep half power grenades on hand. Strong enough to break bone, but no walls were harmed during the use of this explosive.”
Heero rolled his eyes. “Duo may not be the best influence on you.” He jumped from his spot however and ran down the hall, ignoring the weak cries of the men near the explosion. True to Blake's word, they didn't look comfortable, but the bad guys would live. Trowa reached the door as he did and pushed him aside.
“Let us go first.”
He clenched his jaw but nodded. Several more Preventers arrived and Heero took a moment to prepare himself for whatever they found. They had to be in time. They just had to be.
******
“Heero.”
The soft whimper pulled a grin from Knight. “Heero's dead,” Knight whispered in his ear, pressing the blade more firmly to the soft skin. “He died with a knife to his throat. Now behave or-”
The door flew open. “Preventers! Freeze!”
Knight and his cohort's eyes shot to the door. He ground his teeth. “Mack, where the hell are your men?”
“In custody.” Heero's voice drifted through the doorway before he appeared. His eyes fell on Wufei and he clenched his teeth, aiming his gun. “Get off of him.”
Knight jerked Wufei to his chest and to his feet, sliding the blade slightly to draw blood. “You're supposed to be dead.”
Grant moved into the room, standing next to Heero. “Sorry, Knight, I prefer my legal job to the risk of a jail cell. Let him go.”
Mac raised his hands and put them behind his head. “Give it up, Knight.”
He shook his head, moving the blade again. A small whimper escaped Wufei as it bit in deeper. A gun fired and Knight fell away from him. Wufei stumbled forward and Heero caught him before he fell.
“I'm pulling your pants up,” Trowa warned softly as he knelt at Wufei's feet.
He stiffened but didn't fight as the cotton sweatpants were settled back on his hips. Heero pulled him from the room. When they stepped outside, Wufei looked up to him and then collapsed to his chest. “I panicked.”
“Who wouldn't?”
“I thought it was going to happen again.”
“I'm sorry I was late.”
Wufei leaned back slightly to meet blue eyes. “Not too late, though.” He briefly pressed his lips to Heero's. When he pulled away, Heero smiled softly and cupped his cheek.
“I love you.”
He suddenly flushed and cleared his throat. “Yeah, we're ready to move out.” He pulled the comm out of his ear. Wufei followed him to the car where Blake and Trowa were waiting.
“Grant and the others are bringing Knight to New York. The local police are taking care of the rest.”
Wufei started. “Knight's alive?”
Trowa nodded and tipped his head toward Blake. “One of the best marksmen I've ever seen. Hit Knight in the shoulder.”
Blake sat in the front with Trowa and, as they pulled out of the parking lot, he glanced to the backseat where Heero was cleaning the cut on Wufei's neck.
“You all right?”
“Yeah,” Wufei answered quietly. “A little dazed, but I'll be fine.”
Trowa pulled out his phone as it rang. “Hey.”
“Hey, everyone all right?”
“Yeah. Wufei has some minor injuries, but I'm pretty sure he'll be okay.”
Quatre sighed in relief. “Thank goodness.”
“Hm.” He listened as Quatre relayed the news to Duo. He didn't hear the braided man's muffled response, but Quatre chuckled. “See you in a few hours.”
TBC....
1- Well, I figure it's years in the future and wars have happened, surely parts of large towns are destroyed, right?
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