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Trinity
By : Aestas
Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Duo was in position wedged into the tiniest space, and he hadn’t moved in hours, but despite all of that, he was fine. Why? Because he had plenty to keep himself preoccupied, the place of debriefing that Trent had told him about was actually the shipping dock the team would be launching from in a few days.

There were people like ants scurrying around everywhere, and Duo was soaking up the activity looking for familiar faces.

There was a small sized cargo ship docked and people were loading enough supplies onto it for months of travel and big wooden crates with no markings of any kind.

Duo had decided to get to the location two hours before the scheduled meeting, and he was glad he did because he still had to sneak in due to men being present, but an hour before the debriefing, a bell sounded and the workers filed out.

When the place had cleared, a myriad of people walked in. Many of them, Duo recognized; he began marking faces, memorizing the make and class of the ship, its call name and tracking numbers. It was habit from his time with Howard and the Sweepers. He knew his shuttles, and this one was meant for long distance runs into space with speed. There were hard to track and easy to lose, but it was an older model.

However, knowing Trowa and his history as a mechanic and engineer, Duo would bet his braid that the engine and its components were top of the line with hundred of man hours of upgrades and modifications.

Duo had snuck into the dock and found himself a spot out of the way but close enough to see what was going on. It was a tiny space, but he wasn’t overly cramped, and this was it was unlikely that he’d be spotted.

Five minutes before the debriefing was scheduled to start, a sharp whistle sounded. Trowa had walked out to the big open space about 10 meters from his hidey-hole. Everyone else dropped what they were doing and lined up in front of Trowa, standing at attention.

There were 35 in total including Trent and Trowa who were standing facing their men.

Duo recognized several of the faces from around the Preventer’s walls. All were part time or temp employees from various departments. Duo made it a point to know those who surrounded him; old habits die hard. But even still, he didn’t recognize most of the men.

Duo’s eyes were glued to his lover; the man was a vision of composed power. But something was off about his expression, and Duo couldn’t quite place it. He’d seen Trowa at his most stoic in the war, but it still wasn’t quite the same.

Then Trowa started to speak, so Duo let the thought go in his head. He shouldn’t have.

His voice had a slight sibilance, his voice slightly higher pitched with a hissing undertone he’d never heard before that made the voice sound quieter despite his volume. “How many of you noticed something different today?”

Trent shot Trowa a startled glance, features still smooth with measured movements disguising any uneasiness he felt.

“Really? None of you noticed anything out of place today?” Trowa gestured to the surrounding space, but silence still answered him.

It was so unlike Trowa. His voice was rising and falling in tone, taunting, and his body swayed, fluid and balanced, yet not as he stepped away from his men. “How disappointing.”

He turned, looking almost drunk for a moment before his hand flickered into view, fast as any picker Duo had seen.

And Duo was looking down the barrel of Trowa’s gun. Then Trent was in the way, hand forcing the gun upwards just as Duo heard a shot ricochet off the steel beam above him. Everything seemed to be moving so fast that Duo could barely keep up because then Trowa’s free hand had a knife to Trent’s throat, voice deep and threatening. “What did you do?”

Trent’s body had gone rigid with the pressure of a blade to his neck, and Duo knew this could get very bad, very quickly.

In an instant Duo knew he had to do something, and at the same time he knew that if he denied Trent’s guilt outright, it would only strengthen the appearance of it.

He slid out his hiding spot quickly, voice and posture confident as he sauntered towards his lover. “Turning on your team so quickly? I didn’t expect it to be that easy to split you up, what a nice surprise.”

“Maxwell.” Trowa’s voice growled “Is there a reason you’re spying in a facility that has a security level beyond your clearance?”

Duo could feel a mean smirk take over his mouth. “The same thing you do; I’m gathering intel.”

Trowa dropped the hand that held the knife, and took a menacing step towards his lover. The knife disappeared in a flash of light on the blade, and the calm that Trowa was known for returned. “I should have you court-martialed.”

“Ya know, for such a tough guy, I expected more. That threat wasn’t even remotely scary.” Duo stuck a hand on his hip and tilted his head, mocking.

“Get out.” Trowa snapped, composure gone.

Duo found himself enjoying the tension between them. It was a serious confrontation, but knowing it was all a farce, knowing that this was really play between them…it was kinda hot.

Trent spoke up. “He can’t just leave. He’s seen too many faces; he needs to be debriefed. I’ll take…”

Trowa spun quickly, pinning Trent with sharp, green eyes. “I’m not done with you by a long shot, and you’re not taking him anywhere. You stay and go over the plot, check their roles.”

“You didn’t go over everything with me; it’d be best if you outline the mission.” Trent was fully facing Trowa, leaving only a profile for Duo to see. He was pretty sure this was all just an act, but it was getting harder and harder to be sure.

“You should have considered that before you invited a guest.” Trowa’s tone was dark, almost menacing.

“Trowa, I didn’t…” Trent’s voice was an appeal, hand out, palm up, a supplicating gesture to his commanding officer.

Trowa sighed, shoulders sagging slightly. “I do understand your reasoning, Leason. I don’t approve, but I understand. Your timing sucks, and I’m not happy that you decided to prove yourself this close to a launch. If you ever do something like this before an actual mission, I’ll take it out of your hide.” He was back in Trent’s face by the end, then he was walking up to Duo, clearly unhappy.

Everything he did was meant to be seen, was a show, even among his own people; he was always looking out for what his actions portrayed to those around him. How did he live his life like this? How did he handle feeling like he was in the spotlight, every single second of every single day? No wonder his home was a retreat in the middle of nowhere.

Duo kept his smirk in place while Trowa made a show of scanning his face. “Let’s go, Maxwell, you and I need to talk.” He turned, expecting Duo to follow.

“Sure thing, Bloom.” Duo continued the mocking tone.

Trowa turned on a dime, and before Duo even knew to defend himself, his cheek was stinging and a smack sounded across the room. Duo registered the arc of Trowa’s hand and realized his lover had just back-handed him. Then Trowa’s face was inches from his own. “Here, now, I am your Commanding Officer, and you will treat me as such.”

Lover or not, Duo was pissed. His hand balled into a fist, and before he even realized what he was doing he was pulling it back.

Trowa’s foot swept out, tipping Duo’s stance leg and upsetting his balance just enough. Duo tried to catch his footing, but by that point, Trowa was guiding the momentum of his weight in just the way he wanted it. Duo ended the ride with his back to Trowa’s chest, his arm bent up between them and Trowa’s other hand pinning Duo’s ear like a nanny leads a child.

It was the hand closest to the agents in training, telling them exactly what Trowa thought of Duo, exactly what kind of threat he saw in the braided man. It was an insult, but Duo had earned it.

And that was the manner in which Duo was led into the small room that had been temporarily set up as the office, wondering what the hell had just happened and whether he pushed things too far.

But as soon as the door shut, Trowa’s hands released him, his arms wrapped around his waist, and his head was resting on his neck. “I’m sorry.”

Duo sagged into his embrace for just a moment before he was pushed away.

“What are you doing here?”

“I…” Duo was brought up short. What was he doing here? Yeah, he was trying to decipher how big a threat Trowa was, but that wouldn’t surface here. Sooo… “I don’t know. I guess I was just trying to help.”

He turned to face Trowa who was looking decidedly less apologetic. “Do you have any idea what you almost succeeded in doing?”

“Yeah, but you’re a freakin pro, man. You hit every point. I actually doubted whether you were acting or not. I knew you were good, but…damn.” Duo was smiling proud of his and Q’s lover.

Trowa shook his head. “You shouldn’t be here, and now you know too much about too many of my recruits.”

Duo felt the pride in his lover sink a little. “I just wanted to help, to let you know you had backup if you needed it.”

“You could have said that at home.” Trowa spoke softly.

“Yeah.” Duo wasn’t sure where to go from here.

Trowa’s demeanor changed. “Nothing. You can say nothing to anyone about what or who you saw here. There are double agents on the Preventer’s payroll that could kill any of those people if the wrong thing is said to the right person.”

Violet eyes widened. He knew there were probably dirty Preventer’s out there, but you always hope that the people around you were trustworthy. The fact that Trowa not only knew there were, but who they were solidified the fact. It made sense that he could possibly run into the double agents in the field, or ran across communications with the traitors.

And yeah, there’s a great deal of advantage in feeding faulty information to people you knew would talk to your enemy…but it still sucked that they were there at all.

“What about, Quatre?” Duo’s voice sounded nonchalant, but both knew there was tension behind that question.

Trowa let his head drop. “We’ll sit down and have a talk this evening.”

“You sound like you’re dreading our family discussions.” Duo teased.

Green eyes pinned him with a dry look. “Do you think you can show yourself out?”

“But I want to stay.” Now he sounded like a child, but Duo worked so hard to get here; he didn’t want to leave now.

“We’ve got a lot of work to do in very little time, Duo. I don’t have time for this.” He tried to soften the words, but there was still a stern undertone.

And Duo understood, but he also knew, now, how hyperaware Trowa was to people’s perspectives. “You really think I’d go quietly?”

Trowa closed his eyes. “You really think I’d let you stay with how insubordinate you’ve been?”

“You know you won’t be able to keep me out. I’ll just keep coming back in.” Duo was smiling.

Trowa shook his head and reached behind him to open the door. “Leason!” He walked out, and Duo followed behind.

Trent ran up and stood at attention, but Trowa didn’t stop to release him.

“Throw him out or play babysitter. I’m done with him. He’s your responsibility now.” Trowa walked away leaving his subordinate looking confused.

Which turned to irritated when he looked at Duo’s smug face.

“Come on, Maxwell, I’ll show you out.” Trent turned towards the main entrance but stopped when Duo just stuck his hand on his hip and didn’t follow.

“I just had this conversation with Trowa. I’m not leaving, and if you throw me out, I’ll just get back in. You’ve got cameras everywhere, but no muscle to keep me out. I’m not gonna go quietly, and you’ll waste more time putting me out again and again, and again, and…

“Ok, I get it.” Trent snapped. “Stay by my side and keep quiet.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” Duo’s tone was way too spunky for Trent’s nerves.

Duo watched from the sidelines as Trowa went from person to person. He asked them questions about their past, asked about their disguises, their clothing style. And the weirdest, and most impressive part…

Trowa tweaked their accents. If the agent said they were from L4, he made them speak in the local dialect, made sure their accent was on point. Duo thought it was a little too obsessive, but then someone said they were from his home colony.

In a heartbeat, Duo knew they were lying because…Trowa was right, their slang was off, the Preventer agent spoke with more of a guttural tone, voice in the back of his throat more than he should. Duo’s people had more of a nasal tonality, and it took Duo forever to lose that habit.

And when he was pissed or in a hurry, his home phonetics showed through.

Damn, the man had everything covered, but more impressive than anything was how many languages this man knew. How many slang terms he could throw around, how many dialects and accents he could slip in and out of, it was scary.

Who was this man?

But one thing still kinda itched at him.

All the agents were on one ship and no two backgrounds were the same. It was a little too diverse, but he kept his silence.

After going person by person and making sure that each was well prepared to be someone completely different, Trowa brought them all in to speak with them as a group. “We leave Saturday at 0300, report at least an hour before hand to get settled into your quarters. We’ll be gone approximately a month, and you will be in your role at all times. There will be no pictures from home, no reminders of who you are now. At all. This is an intro mission, we will hit ports all over the inner sphere, and you will observe people in every colony. Your job is to be invisible, blend in with the locals, the merchants, the criminals, and the innocents. Whoever is surrounding you, those are your models. This is a learning experience that you will need for whenever you go out alone. Fully commit. As of now, you are smugglers on the ship behind you. I suggest you make final preparations. Dismissed.”

Duo could feel his brow furrow, and turned to Trent. “Intro mission? I thought Trowa said…” A sharp pain in his ribs cut off the air supply needed to finish.

Yeah, so he was supposed to keep quiet, but he thought he was speaking low enough that it wouldn’t matter. Apparently not, according to Trent’s elbow.

As everyone else filed out, Trent let out a steep breath. “Shit. You’re a fucking liability.”

“Over-exaggerate much?” Duo rolled his eyes.

Trent’s finger was in his face in a second. “Really? You’re loud mouth almost let loose entire purpose of the mission. Not only that, but what you did say inferred that you and Trowa talk. No big, except you and Trowa have been playing like you don’t get along, right? You just blew your cover to the entire operation because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut for two minutes.” Those honey-brown eyes darkened with his irritation.

“That’s enough.” Trowa’s voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the command within it. “I said you were dismissed; it wasn’t a suggestion.”

Trent’s spine went rigid, posture at attention even though his back was to his superior. “Sir.” He shot a scathing look at Duo before making his way out.

Trowa turned, green eyes emotionless, and Duo felt his heart sink a bit. “Go home, Duo.”

It just made everything that happened that much more clear. The man that he had been earlier, the man who had bantered with him, the man that snapped and acted irritated in front of the others was a lie. This emotionless man before him, that’s the man he chose to be.

Disappointment filled him. “Trowa, I…”

“I’ve got work to do.” Trowa walked past him, and didn’t look back.

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Happy Easter, everybody. Sorry it took so long, I had to iron out the dialogue, and I kept hating it and re-writing. I have the outline of this story in my head, but the details fight me on a daily basis. Its a little short, but this chapter is mostly from Duo's mindframe. The next will be mostly someone else's...guess who. ^^ Anyway. I got the forum thing up and running, so I'll respond to reviews there.

Its a little lonely over in the animeII section of the forums, stop by and post something sometime. Please. Otherwise I just look like an idjit. Eh, would be the first time, tho. XD Leave some love if ya liked it.
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Trinity	By : Aestas Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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