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Custos	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No match. It was the same over and over for years. It was almost as if he had never existed. All evidence that there had ever been a Chang Wufei simply stopped on July 27 AC 198. There were no paper trails, no sightings, and no death certificates. It made no sense. There was always a paper trail, always a hint of something. People didn't just fall off the side of the Earth Sphere, at least, not when Heero Yuy was on the case.
He sighed as strong yet gentle fingers rubbed the knots out of his shoulders. He watched as the multiple searches brought up one dead end after another, the same as they had every night. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“A person doesn't just disappear like that. Not to the point where I can't find them, at least.”
Trowa said nothing. It had been the same routine every night since Wufei's disappearance. Heero felt like a failure for not being able to find Wufei, and with each passing day, he felt that guilt weighed more heavily upon him. As they all did, but Heero seemed to take it personally. There should have been no way for someone to slip through his fingers.
“Someone had to have seen him. Hell, he has to know we're looking for him after all the noise we made. I have to be missing something.”
He tightened his hands. “You're doing all you can. He's strong enough to take care of himself. When he's ready, he'll come back.”
Heero reached up and gripped one of the hands on his shoulder. “Trowa, we both know there's more out there than guns and mobile suits.” He pulled Trowa to stand in front of him as he swiveled his chair. “No matter how strong he is, there are some things he's not capable of fighting on his own.”
Trowa nodded his agreement. “True, but there's no evidence he's fallen into dealings with any of them.”
Heero glanced to the computer as the last search showed no results. He leaned over and shut it down, allowing Trowa to pull him to his feet. “Some of them wouldn't leave evidence.”
Trowa tugged Heero toward their bedroom. “We will find him, Heero. Quatre believes he's hiding for some reason and it's only a matter of time before he slips up and we find him.”
Heero sat on the bed, kicking his shoes off. “Why would he hide from us, though? Especially Quatre.”
Trowa sighed. These were questions they all wanted answers to but wouldn't have until Wufei returned. There was only one way to distract Heero once he got to this point, otherwise he'd be up worrying all night. He stripped himself of his shirt and turned to face his lover. Emerald eyes met and held sapphire as he moved toward him with the innate grace he was infinitely famous for, crawling onto the bed and straddling Heero's hips.
“We'll find that out when we find him.” He lapped at the spot just beneath Heero's ear that instantly sent jolts of pleasure through his lover's body. “Wearing yourself out won't help us find him any faster.” He trailed his lips down Heero's neck.
Heero forgot everything except for those eyes and the lithe body stretching over his own. He raked his hands through cinnamon colored hair and Trowa released a noise that sounded suspiciously like a purr. Heero chuckled and rolled them over, holding Trowa's hands above his head as he captured his lips in a deep, soul-searing kiss that left both breathless and wanting more.
******
Duo rolled over with a groan, slapping his hand at the alarm clock until it's incessant, irritating squeal was silenced for another ten minutes. He was normally a morning person, but a late night drinking had made dawn appear way too soon. Not that he had a hangover. No, he was one of those blessed few who rarely felt the dreaded after effects of alcohol... as long as he stayed away from wine. But he was damned tired.
A subtle beeping chimed from his computer and he rubbed his face, sitting up. He glared blearily at the screen across the room before climbing off his bed and sitting at his desk. He scanned the message quickly and sighed before replying.
'No, I ain't found anything, either, and, as far as I know, neither has Quatre. Une's been breathing down my neck again to let it go. I told her I wasn't giving up until we had Fei back. You and Trowa coming state-side any time soon? Sounds like you need a break. We should-'
He jumped as his alarm went off again. “Shit!” He grabbed a shoe off the floor and threw it at the offending piece of technology. Afterwards, he stared at the busted clock and grunted. That was stupid. He turned back to his email.
'We should get together some time soon. I've got some vacation time. Give me a call tonight and we can work something out.'
He glanced at the bottom of the screen to catch the time.
'I gotta get to work. Talk to you later.'
He showered as quickly as possible, threw on his Preventers uniform, and ran out of the apartment, still braiding his hair. He fell into his Mustang and pulled out his cell as he drove toward the coffee shop near his apartment.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Quat. Did you get an email from Heero?”
The blond sighed. “Yeah. He didn't come right out and say it, but he's getting burned out again.”
Duo pursed his lips as he parked and went into the coffee shop. “You don't sound too energetic yourself.”
“It's been a long month.”
Duo smiled at the girl behind the counter who fixed his coffee just the way he liked it without him having to ask. “More like a long four years. When we do find him, I'm kicking his ass for putting us through this.” He paid the girl and left.
“It isn't his fault,” Quatre said for what Duo was sure was the millionth time.
Duo didn't question his friend. Quatre's empathy had only grown over the years and Duo had long ago learned to accept what the blond offered. “The initial leaving wasn't. But why is he hiding from us now? He should have come back.”
There was silence for a long moment and Duo knew they were all feeling the strain of having the same conversations over and over again without ever getting results.
“He's afraid to.”
Duo started his car. “Why is he afraid, though?”
“You know I only sense the emotion, not the why of it... unless I'm in physical contact, of course.”
“Yeah,” Duo agreed silently. That was exactly why he never allowed the blond to touch him anymore. “Well, I'm at work so I'll talk to you later. Oh, I think it’s past time for us to have a get-together. What do you think?”
“I agree. Would you like me to set something up?”
“Yeah, if you wouldn't mind.”
“Not at all.”
“Cool. Thanks.” He hung up as he moved into the Preventers building.
******
“You can't run forever.”
Obsidian eyes narrowed as they gazed over the city from his perch on the roof top. The lights of the nightlife filled the sky, reverberating off the heavy clouds above. He briefly glanced to the one who spoke.
“I can try.”
With an inhuman grace, the figure stepped closer. “If you form no allies, sooner or later, those who hunt you will succeed in killing you.”
He snarled. “I will not drag anyone else to their deaths. This is my fight.”
Sad eyes studied him. “It is not simply your fight, my friend. It involves us all. If you fail, we will all be in grave danger. Those friends of yours, as well.”
He stiffened. “They have nothing to do with this.”
He shook his head. “They have more to do with it than you know. You need them, Wufei.”
He looked back over the city. “So you say, but you've yet to give me adequate proof of that.”
“I can't.”
He sighed. “I'm tired of your riddles. Why can't you give me a straight answer for once?”
“Because you're the one with the answers. You just refuse to see them.”
“I'm not refusing. I've tried. None of it makes sense.”
He hopped to the ledge of the roof and squatted down, studying him with strange, pale green eyes. “But you know what would make them clear.” He stood, stretching his large green scaled wings. “This is the last time I can speak with you as my time grows short. You know what you must do, Wufei. Do it, before it is too late.”
Wufei watched the ancient creature soar off into the distance with a mild feeling of trepidation. The last of the dragons had been his only ally and friend in three and a half years. He'd guided him after his master had died. He clenched his teeth, really not wanting to think about the man who had ripped him from the peace he'd struggled so hard for and dropped him into a world straight out of a horror movie.
“I won't involve them,” he whispered in defiance to the uncaring night. “I won't bring him into this mess.”
******
Quatre sipped his coffee as he gazed at the computer screen displaying files on accounts that needed his approval, but his mind was far from the information displayed. A hand pressed to his chest as he focused in on Wufei. He himself had been surprised when, after seven months of not being able to feel the Chinese man, he woke up in the dead of night feeling dread pouring from Wufei.
The feeling had waxed and waned, but Quatre hadn't lost it again, and over time the link grew stronger. He followed Wufei's emotions over the last three and a half years, wishing more than anything that he knew the source of them. They moved through anger, hatred, fear, loneliness and danger, always danger. Never had he felt joy, peace, or contentment.
At the moment, he was feeling intense loneliness and not a little anger. Quatre leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes, allowing Wufei's pain to wash over him. It was a morbid action, but it made him feel connected to Wufei. His lips turned down in the corners as a city appeared behind his closed eyelids. He looked down at it as if atop a high building. Lights sparkled from a myriad of hotels and casinos, brightening the night sky. A strand of long raven hair blew gently across his sight and he gasped, eyes flying wide.
He jumped up from his chair and raced from his office. “Janis, shut everything down. I'm taking off for the foreseeable future.”
His secretary rose to her feet, mouth flapping several times before she managed a coherent word. “What?”
“Sam can handle things while I'm gone. If you need me, call my cell, but only if it's an emergency. I don't know when I'll be back.” The last was thrown out as the elevator doors closed. He hit speed dial on his cell.
“Heero, I know where Wufei is.”
“Where?”
“Vegas.” He tapped his foot as he watched the numbers slowly click down on the elevator.
“How do you know?”
“It's going to sound crazy, but I saw where he was.”
Heero was silent a moment. “You saw him?”
He raked a hand through his hair. “No, I was... connected to him and I closed my eyes. I saw a perfectly clear bird's eye view of the city and then I saw black hair blow across my face. Heero, I was seeing through his eyes.”
“You're sure?”
“I know it sounds crazy-”
“I believe you.”
Quatre released a relieved sigh. “Can you make it to Vegas? I'm flying out tonight.”
“We'll be there.”
Quatre practically ran from the building, ignoring the odd looks he was receiving from the employees who undoubtedly were curious about their normally calm employer racing through the lobby. “I need to get my jet ready and call Duo. I'll get in touch with you when I get there. How long will it take you?”
“A few hours.”
Quatre fell into his car and had to exert immense control to keep from speeding too much. “A few hours? I thought you guys were in Japan.”
“After the email from Duo this morning we decided a trip was in order.”
“Oh. Okay. See you in Vegas.” He hung up and dialed Duo's cell.
“Maxwell here. If I'm not answering, I'm either ignoring you, in a meeting with the banshee, or busy. Leave a message and, if it’s not the first option, I'll get back to you.”
Quatre rolled his eyes. “Duo, it's Quatre, get back as soon as possible. I know where Wufei is.” He hung up and dialed again.
“Hello, Master Quatre.”
“Rashid, get my jet ready. I need to leave within the hour.”
“Where are we going?”
Quatre paused. He never was sure why he made his next decision, but was infinitely glad later that he had. “I'm sorry; Rashid, but Duo and I are going alone. We'll be meeting Heero and Trowa there.”
“Does this involve Master Wufei?”
“I don't know yet.” His phone beeped and he glanced at the screen. “I have to go, Rashid. I'll be there in a few minutes.” He swapped calls. “Hey.”
“Where is he?”
“Vegas.”
“What's he doing there?”
Quatre pulled into his driveway. “I don't know. I just know he's there. Rashid is getting the jet ready. You coming?”
“Yeah, I need to tell Une what I'm doing and pack. I'll be there in twenty or thirty minutes.”
“All right. See you in a bit.”
He jumped out of his car, tossing the keys to the valet. “Sorry, Danny, I'm in a hurry.”
“Not a problem, Mr. Winner.”
“Mr. Winner, you're home earlier than normal.”
He nodded to his butler, Anthony. “Yes, and leaving within the hour. Have Kristy prepare several sandwiches and some drinks.”
The butler nodded and stopped in the kitchen. Quatre tore up the stairs and pulled a bag out from underneath his bed to set on top of it. He threw in several changes of clothes, toiletries, a few guns (minus the ones he always kept on his person), extra shells, and a few more odds and ends. As he moved back down the stairs, Anthony handed him a couple of vests.
“Mr. Maxwell is in the hangar and I took the liberty of sending the food with him.”
“Thank you, Anthony.”
“Do you know when you'll be back, sir?”
“No, and I trust you to take care of things here while I'm gone.”
“Thank you, sir. I'll do my best.”
Quatre turned to face him, pausing briefly as he ascended the steps of the ladder leading to the jet. “I know. I have my cell, but only call it for an emergency.” He closed the heavy door and threw the lock before moving up into the cockpit.
Duo threw a smirk at him. “Shall we go bring your lover home?”
Quatre took a breath, finally relaxing somewhat. “I hope so.” He looked to his friend. “How did you manage to get Une to let you leave such short notice?”
He shrugged. “I told her an irrefutable source gave us information on Wufei and if she didn't let me check it out I would quit.”
Quatre nodded. “Considering you're the only one of us she's managed to hold onto, I'm pretty sure she'd loathe letting that happen.”
“Yep.”
TBC....
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