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Remember When Arc	By : Ashley Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings:
Angst, language, slight OOC

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Part
three of �Life loves a tragedy� by Sparkling Diamond PG-SSM &
Saiyajin_Raven69

Quatre stalked down the corridors of Winner Enterprises�
headquarters, the intense look on the young CEO�s face causing employees to
skitter out of his way. He was a man on a mission, and nothing was going to
stand in his way as he confronted one of his lovers.

Trowa had just arrived at the building, having an hour free
before his first class started. He hoped he could spend his time with at least
one of his lovers; both if he were lucky. Upon opening the doors, he caught
sight of the blonde Arabian, storming through the main lobby.

�Wufei will be calling sometime this afternoon with the
details of the funeral. I told him to expect all of us to be there.�

�I�m not going.� Heero crossed his arms petulantly
across his broad chest; his eyes gazing at the floor. Trowa sighed, preparing to
restrain his blonde lover once again.

�Not only are
you going, Heero, but you will apologize to Duo for not helping him. I mean
it!� Quatre stood abruptly, and stomped out of the office, leaving both of his
lovers behind.

Heero shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Trowa remained silent, still a bit confused by what had happened, debating with
himself whom he should side with. He knew that Heero had been wrong to deny Duo
like that, especially since it had resulted in the death of a baby, but he also
understood that Heero had reacted with his heart, not his head. He knew the pain that the blue-eyed boy
still felt, two years after Duo had broken off their relationship. He found it hard to fault him for
following his emotions.

�This just isn�t my day.� Trowa whispered, slipping
out of the office to make sure the shuttle would be ready for their departure in
nine hours.

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Wufei was walking back to Duo�s apartment when he spotted
a small clothing boutique that he had noticed on his way to the supermarket. The small shop stood out from the
surrounding store fronts like a gleaming jewel in a junk heap. The brick and frame fa�ade had been
painted in cheery pastels, and the window display featured a family of
mannequins with happy expressions, dressed in clothing far too fine for the
neighborhood the store was located in.

A bell chimed softly as he entered the small, but
attractively laid out store, calling forth a small, older woman from behind a
tall rack of evening gowns. She
peered at him over the tiny spectacles balanced on the tip of her nose, before
swiftly scurrying across the sales floor to greet him.

�Is there something I can do for you today, young sir?� She asked, obviously eyeing his jacket. Wufei could almost hear the gears
turning in her head, wondering what would bring a Preventers agent into her
boutique.

�Yes, actually. I�m
in need of two dresses.�

�Dresses?� She
sputtered up at him. That was
clearly not the response she had expected from the handsome young peace keeper.

Wufei fought against rolling his eyes at her, and made a
mental note to always pack an extra civilian jacket when he traveled from now
on.

�Yes, I need dresses for two little girls, and they must
be appropriate for a funeral.�

�Oh, of course!� She
said, as she hustled to a rack of ruffled dresses in the girls� department. �What sizes do you need?�

�I�m sorry, but I really don�t know. The oldest is approximately eight months
old.�

�Well then, we�ll need to go to infants.� She shooed Wufei across the aisle to a
round rack of much smaller clothing. �Here�s
what you�re looking for. How old
is the younger baby?�

�She�s one month.�

�Just a month old?�
The saleswoman tsked at Wufei. �Isn�t
she a little young to be taken to a funeral?�

�It�s her funeral.�
The young agent replied softly.

The startled clerk gasped, turning her head quickly to look
at the quiet teenager. �I�m
sure I have something special for her.�

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Duo didn�t fare well at school or work, his mind was a
million miles away. He couldn�t recall any of the topics covered in his
classes, and he sure as hell didn�t remember clocking in or out at the caf�
either. Now, he stood in a showroom surrounded by coffins, listening to a
salesman sing the praises of each model. Duo
couldn�t fathom why people needed such fancy boxes to be laid to rest in,
considering that no one would see it again once it was lowered into the ground
at the cemetery.

�This one is two thousand credits, sir.� The insincere salesman said with a phony
smile.

�Two thousand?� Duo choked, wiggling his little finger
in his ear. He was sure he didn�t hear the price correctly.

�Yes, sir.�

�Don�t you have anything cheaper? I�m working on a
very limited budget here.�

�Don�t you want the best for your daughter, sir?� The man did his best to make Duo feel
like he was on the Guilt Trip from Hell.
He did want something nice for Miranda, but how could he possibly
afford something that expensive, and still have enough money to pay the bills?
Surely he was too young to take out a small loan, and he sure as hell wasn�t
going to call Quatre again for any reason.

�Let me think about it. I�ll be back later.� Duo
jammed his hands into his pockets, exiting the store quickly.

�How dare you
do this to me?�

Duo�s anger was contagious, as Wufei felt his own temper
rising. He stomped over to the
cabinets, throwing open two doors at once.

�Do what to you? Make
sure you take care of yourself?� He
said incredulously. �Look at
this! All you have in these
cupboards is baby food, and cans of formula!�

�Yeah, that�s right.
As long as my girls are fed, that�s all that matters!�

�But what about you, Maxwell?� Wufei�s anger caused him to unconsciously revert to calling
his friend by his last name. �How
can you care for them properly if you collapse from not eating?�

�Don�t start with me, Chang. pan>pan>You won�t like the way I finish it.� He threatened, his voice low and menacing.

�You have nothing here to sustain you, Duo. I saw that as a problem that I could
fix, so I did.�

�I eat at work! Why
the hell do you think I work at a goddamned coffee shop?�
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