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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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Heero leaned back from his computer and glanced to Trowa. “What have you found?”
He sighed. “Very little. I can't find anything before AC 200. What I have found after that isn't very informative. A few successful business ventures that don't explain much of his business.”
Blue eyes narrowed. “What field?”
“Technology and chemistry. His successes were minor, nothing that would draw the Nobel Peace Prize or anything.” He looked from his computer. “You?”
“A vague lead that says his research may be more successful than he leads on.”
Trowa frowned. “Why would he hide his success?”
Heero tilted his head slightly. “If it was less than legal, he might not want people to know outside of the underground.”
Trowa mulled that over before turning back to his computer. “In that case, I'd really like to know what he specialized in.”
Heero nodded and glanced to the clock. Wufei should have been in almost two hours ago. He rolled his chair to the vid-phone.
******
The annoying and rapidly increasing in volume ring broke through his sleep-fogged mind and Duo slid from his bed, grumbling murder under his breath. He sat in front of the vid-phone and punched the button to answer.
“What?”
“Morning to you, too, sunshine.”
He grunted. Normally he enjoyed Heero's amused smiles and carefree quips, but he'd vowed to not leave his pillow-top king sized bed for at least a week once he fell into it.
“Morning,” he murmured. “Care to share the reason for calling at this ungodly hour?”
Heero chuckled. “It's near ten.”
“And I didn't get in till four.”
He nodded. “Sorry. Trowa and I are researching for a mission and Wufei is late.”
Violet eyes widened. “I didn't think 'late' was in his vocabulary.”
Heero's humor faded. “Things have gotten worse while you've been gone. I don't know if he's sleeping at all and his caffeine intake was so bad Une sent him home yesterday.” He shook his head. “He's not answering his phone.”
Duo was already standing. “I'll go drag him outta bed and send him on his merry way.”
“Thanks.”
The vid cut off and Duo pulled on some jeans, a small amount of worry tingling his gut. No one could deny something had been going on with the Chinese Preventer, but any questions pertaining to his behavior had been firmly cut off. Duo had been concerned before he'd left for the unwanted wet camping trip. To hear it was worse made him want to throttle Wufei.
He bypassed the non-functioning elevator and began climbing the stairs up to the fifth floor of the apartment building both he and Wufei resided in. Why the man felt the need to live on the top floor was beyond Duo. Admittedly, it wouldn't have been so bad had the elevator worked. The manager had told Duo he was welcome to fix it himself, which Duo had cheerfully responded to with the bird. Working on cars, heavy machinery, or explosives were one thing and tons of fun. His being stuck in an elevator shaft for hours sounded boring, and seriously lacking in the 'fun' department.
Duo stepped onto the fifth floor and inexplicable trepidation hit him. Everything appeared quiet and looked normal, but something inside him screaming something was wrong said otherwise. And he learned long ago to listen to that gut feeling. He patted the hidden compartments in his jeans that carried his knives to reassure himself they were there, but that didn't stop him from wishing he had a gun.
He knocked on the door and tested the knob when there was no answer, heart jumping in his chest as it turned. Wufei never left his door unlocked. It swung open and bile raised in his throat. It looked like a war-zone. The sofa was overturned and the end table in pieces. The glass coffee table was shattered. He swallowed as he followed a trail of blood down the hallway. Streaks smudged the wall and a bloody hand-print was on the door frame that led into the bedroom.
Duo already had his cell in his hand as his eyes fell on Wufei who was crumpled on the floor in a pool of blood. He dialed as he knelt.
“Heero, drop whatever you're doing and get here now with an ambulance.” He checked Wufei's pulse, relieved to find one but alarmed by how sluggish it was.
“What's wrong with him?” Heero's voice came quick and Duo could hear his feet already moving.
“Attacked. He's lost a lot of blood.” Duo's eyes raked over the minor cuts, main concern being the deep gashes in his stomach, chest and thigh. “Wufei, can you hear me?” No response. He heard Heero shouting orders and a door slam.
“We're on the way.”
“Hurry, Heero,” he said softly, fear evident in his voice.
He immediately caught the worried tone. “Two minutes tops.”
Duo dropped the phone and put one hand to Wufei's chest and the other to his stomach. The injury in his thigh didn't seem to be bleeding as badly as the other two. Duo glanced around the room and really took it in for the first time.
Almost all the sheets were on the floor, which was littered with empty whiskey bottles. Too many for it to have been a one night drinking binge. He looked down to Wufei's pale face, blood was dried on a cut on his lips and one of his eyes was black. His face was much thinner than the last time Duo had seen him.
“Damn it, Fei,” he whispered. “What's goin' on with you?”
Wufei's brows drew together and he groaned softly. Duo took a breath. “Fei? Wufei! Open your eyes and look at me.”
Slowly, onyx eyes slit open. “D-Duo?”
“Yeah. Who did this? What happened?”
“D-don't know...” His eyes rolled again.
“Fei?”
“Duo.” A hand fell on his shoulder and he looked up to Heero. The Japanese Preventer moved him out of the way as Sally and her team moved in to treat Wufei.
“He woke up for a moment and recognized me.”
“Did he say anything?” Trowa asked, surveying the trashed room.
“Not really. Just my name and that he didn't know what happened.”
Trowa knelt down and lifted one of the bottles. “Since when was Wufei a heavy drinker?”
Heero stared at the Chinese man, jaw and hands clinched tightly. It hadn't been caffeine jitters but the lack of alcohol in Wufei's system that had his hands shaking. His mind was reeling, running through the scant information he knew. Wufei had been jumpy recently, he'd been drinking, and someone tried to kill him. The question was who and why. If Wufei had been in trouble, why hadn't he come to them for help?
'Hurry, Marcus Knight is going to kill...'
Heero's eyes shot to Trowa. “Marcus Knight.”
Trowa nodded. “Too close together to be coincidence.”
Duo frowned, looking from one to the other. “What does Marcus have to do with this?”
Emerald and cobalt eyes shot to Duo. “Do you know him?”
He bit his lip and was saved as Sally stood. “Let's get him out of here.”
The three former pilots followed them. Duo caught the glances the other two sent his way and knew he'd never get out of explaining how he knew the man. He couldn't see how Marcus would have anything to do with Wufei's attack. The man was a hero as far as Duo was concerned. But that voice that warned him of trouble was humming in the back of his head.
He shoved thoughts of Marcus aside as he took in Heero's expression. This was going to be hard on all of them, but Duo knew it'd be worse on Heero. He'd considered it his personal mission to keep close watch on all his friends after an assassination attempt five years earlier left Quatre short a kidney and half a lung.
It was a well-organized attempt that none of them had seen coming. But this had had warning signs. Wufei seemed to have known someone was after him. Duo paused in the living room and lifted a picture from the wall, carrying it with him. He chuckled softly. It had been taken at a crazy New Year's party two years earlier. All of them were of legal age and by midnight; even Heero was three sheets to the wind.
In the snap shot, Quatre was leaning drunkenly on Duo who was being held up by Heero. The Japanese man was looking at the floor where Wufei had fallen, taking a startled Trowa with him. All five were caught in mid-laughter. Duo sighed as he studied Wufei's laughing, red face in the picture.
“Sorry we failed you, Fei.”
He rode with Trowa to headquarters and the Preventers' hospital ward. “You calling Quatre?”
“I called him while you were stealing stuff from the crime scene.”
Duo glanced down to the picture. “Oops. Well, it wasn't near the actual scene.” Trowa raised an eyebrow and Duo sighed. “I'll drop it off to be fingerprinted, but I doubt they'll find anything.”
Trowa nodded. “How do you know Marcus Knight?”
He cringed. “I'd rather explain that when everyone who wants to hear it is around.” He looked out the window. “Lord knows I don't want to tell it twice,” he muttered.
Trowa's curiosity was piqued but he let it go.
******
Quatre paced the waiting room, eyes flickering toward the door that led to the operating rooms periodically. Duo sat with his cheek in his palm, eyes shifting from the blond to Heero. He hadn't moved a muscle since Wufei had been taken into surgery. He remained leaned against the wall, arms folded over his chest, and eyes glued to the door as if he could see through the walls and into the operation room. Trowa was sitting across from Duo, emerald eyes following the blond.
“Quatre, would you sit down?”
He looked to Trowa. “You know I can't sit still when I'm nervous.”
Trowa nodded, hating the deja vu feeling. Years earlier he was the one pacing while Wufei was trying to get him to sit. He'd ignored Wufei and knew Quatre would ignore him, but the fact remained that Quatre couldn't hadn't stress as well as he used to due to his physical limitations, and his slightly labored breathing was proof of that. Trowa stood, took the blond's shoulders, and sat him down.
“The last thing we need is another one of us in the hospital.”
Quatre sighed wearily and rubbed his forehead. “Sorry.”
Trowa's lips lifted slightly. “Don't be sorry, just try to relax.”
“That's difficult, you know.”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Quatre dropped his eyes, feeling guilty. Trowa, Duo, and Heero had already spent time in this position. It had to have weighed a little harder on them. “He'll be okay, right, Trowa?”
“Yes,” he whispered, wishing it sounded a little more confident.
“All right, what the hell happened to Chang?”
All eyes turned to Une. “He was attacked,” Heero answered, eyes drifting to Duo. “The same day we were informed Marcus Knight was going to kill someone.”
Duo sank lower in his chair, wishing they'd give him more time to think things through. He really didn't believe Marcus would want anyone dead, but he wasn't naïve enough to chalk it up to coincidence, either.
“You know something, Maxwell?”
He sighed. “I met Marcus six years ago, before I joined the Preventers.” He swallowed. He'd spent the years since trying to forget that year between the war and his return to the others.
“During the time we thought you'd dropped off the side of the Universe?” Quatre supplied.
He nodded and leaned his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. “A month after the war was over, I started to feel... weak. At first it was just tingling in my hands and feet, but then there were times where I couldn't even get out of bed. I went to tons of doctors and was finally told I had a rare genetic disease and had a few years to live.” Quatre gasped and he spared a quick glance to the blond.
“I decided I didn't like the prognosis, so I started searching for less... prominent help.”
Une raised an eyebrow. “Illegal.”
He looked up to her. “No, perhaps some of the research methods were a tad unethical, but nothing that I saw was illegal.” He held up his hands to stall argument. “Okay, I may have chosen not to see it, but cut me some slack. I was a sixteen year old kid who'd survived a plague, the streets, and two wars; give me a break if I wasn't ready to keel over yet.”
He took a breath. “Anyway, I met up with Marcus and he came up with a way to save me.”
When it was obvious he wasn't going to continue, Heero pushed from the wall. “What did he do?”
Duo cleared his throat. “Several implants in a few organs that keeps them functioning and another that boosts my immune system.”
Emerald eyes narrowed. “So he didn't actually cure you. Basically, you're living on internal life-support.”
He raised a shoulder. “Same difference in my book. A week after surgery I was back to 100 percent and I haven't had a relapse since.”
Quatre was stunned by the information. “Why didn't you tell us?”
“I was in too big a panic when I was sick and once I was well I didn't see any reason to bring it up.”
“Can you still get in touch with Knight?” Une asked.
He nodded. “I go back every two years to make sure the implants are doing all right.” He stood. “I'll say this, I do not believe Marcus would kill anyone, but I'm not stupid, either. If he was involved, I will find out about it.”
Une nodded. “You're in charge of the investigation.”
TBC...
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