Love Comes From Unexpected Places

Disclaimer: not mine

Warning: Eventual NC-17, maybe angst, just a little and mucho yaoi : m/m love and some yuri : f/f love


Where is Trowa?


Heero tried to prevent himself from looking down Relena’s dress. He was 19, a little while after the Mariemaia incident. After the incident, Trowa had disappeared. His best friend had just gone without a goodbye. And if a Gundam pilot didn’t want you to find them, you wouldn’t be able to, especially if that pilot was Trowa. Now he was stuck here, with a wet dream of a Prime Minister, in a French restaurant. The only thing he knew of Trowa’s whereabouts was that he was on an important mission and he didn’t need any distractions. Heero had tracked down Catherine’s circus, but Catherine had disappeared as well. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Relena; he was just lonely without his friend to understand him or to support Duo when Duo made fun of Relena. Duo and Trowa seemed to have a little attraction going on before Trowa left, Heero had caught them kissing once. Damn! Everyone seemed to have an attraction to Trowa, including Une, Relena. It was more lively back then. Relena would always come in screeching in that high pitched voice of hers. Her voice was actually fine, she just preferred to screech his name a lot. He shuddered, imagining how horrible it would be if she did that while having sex. He would probably never orgasm. She had the perfect body, but she had an awful voice. In his dreams, she had a low melodious voice, it resembled somebody else’s, but he couldn’t place where. He came out of his thoughts when he realized that Relena was asking him something.
“Huh? Oh, sorry, I was thinking about something.” She looked at him as if to say what could be more important than her?
“I said that your phone was ringing.” He looked down. Damn! He had missed Une’s call; she was going to be so pissed. He quickly called Une back.
“Heero, where the hell are you?!” Heero gulped, Une had turned into Colonel. It was weird. You’d think that after Treize died, Une would become one personality. Yeah right, you could never tell when she was gong to switch to Lady, Colonel, or just Une.
“Heh heh, I’m having dinner with Relena at La Belle Paris.”
“Well then, you have a new mission.”
“Hn.”
“One of our agents is working undercover for us on this case and has asked for back up. See, General Demolin is a former Oz official who is smuggling weapons in and out of the black market. However, he and his wife lost their only children, two daughters, about 10 years ago. Our agent has brought in a trusted person from the outside to fill in the role of the older sister. They actually look a lot like the two daughters. What actually happened to those daughters, we’ll never know. But the story is that the two daughters were found in an orphanage on L19. Your name is Lucien Aidan Belcraven, son of the nearly extinct Belcraven family. And this information is quite true. We’ve just found out through much research that you are a direct descendant of Lucien Belcraven and Elizabeth Armitage. Your real name is Lucien Aidan Belcraven. Very sophisticated. We’ve already retrieved the title and property for you. Remember, you knew the sisters from the orphanage on L19. Their names are Jasmine and Emerald Demolin. Emerald is our agent, the younger of the two sisters.”
“One thing before I accept this mission. Why me?”
“You moron! Did you forget?!!!”
“Oh right. Sorry, I did forget that Duo and Wufei are on their honeymoon in Greece while Quatre and Zechs are on their honeymoon in Italy. Sally and Noin are making wedding plans and Dorothy is on a well deserved vacation in Spain. Mission accepted.”
“Good, your plane takes off for France in three hours. Emerald and Jasmine will pick you up at the airport. Your new passport and papers have been dropped off at your house. They are not fake, they’re genuine. From now on you are only Heero Yuy when you are on the duty and when you wish to be alone and away from the stuffiness of the upper class. I would suggest leaving to pack now.”
“Hai. Yuy out.”
“Une out.”
Heero looked at Relena apologetically. She nodded understandingly. Relena had matured mentally over the years. She was no longer as naïve as she had been when Operation Meteor had first begun. Heero paid the check and escorted Relena home before heading back to his own house. He quickly pulled out one of the emergency suitcases he always had ready and caught a cab to the airport. He arrived there in an hour or so. He checked in but he kept his small and compact suitcase with him at all times. He was in first class. He looked down suspiciously at his ticket wondering if this was coming out of his paycheck or if Une was trying to suck up to him now. Either way, he still had an hour to kill. Since he would be bored on the plane seeing as the flight was going to be 10 hours long and he really didn’t need that much sleep, he bought a few magazines to read on the plane. Ok, not a few magazines, he bought Archie and Spiderman comics. Then something else caught his eye just as he was about to walk out of the shop. X-Men Evolution comics. He had read most of them but there were a few he’d been dying to read. He bought them and walked out of the shop gloating. He still had half an hour to kill. Wait a minute, he could go one since he was first class. Shaking his head at his own stupidity he boarded the aircraft. He settled down to read his Spiderman comics first. Before he knew it, the plane was in the air. The attendant asked came around bearing drinks. He was sorely tempted to ask for some red wine but it would not do to be inebriated on the plane. Instead, he settled for some Martinelli’s sparkling cider. He finished the Spiderman comics and moved onto the Archie comics. He finished his 3rd Archie comic and glanced at his watch. It was four in the morning. That meant that five hours of the trip had already passed and there were just five hours left of the flight. He glanced longingly at the pile of comics but decided that it would be a good idea to get some sleep. He snuggled down into his seat/bed and automatically fell asleep. It was an old habit from the war. He awoke three hours later when the attendant came around with breakfast. He had the cheese and ham omelet. First class food was definitely way better. After breakfast he settled down to read some more comics. He couldn’t really fall back asleep. Soon two hours had passed and the aircraft was pulling into l’aeroport de Charles de Gaulle. He realized that he had been so caught up reading the comics that he had forgotten to read the papers he had been supplied with. While he was waiting in line for entrance to France, he pulled the papers out of his suitcase. They were papers about his family. His mother was a Japanese princess, of middle rank. His father was the Duke of Belcraven. His father had no other relatives. His paternal grandmother was French and had left several titles and lands when she had died. There was no one living on those lands right now which meant that he should go claim them. His parents had died from cholera fever and he had been sent away from home so that he wouldn’t catch the sickness. His grandmother was accompanying him to France where they would stay until the cholera season had passed over. Unfortunately he had been kidnapped when pirates hijacked the ship. His grandmother had made it safely to France but the three year old Lucien Aidan Belcraven disappeared forever, or so they thought. So now his grandmother was living in France, still searching for her long lost grandson. Well, in that case, he would have to visit her then. He was startled as the officer at the gate yelled at him to pass through. He apologized and stuffed the papers back in the suitcase as he walked through. He walked out the entrance and immediately saw the huge neon yellow sign with the large, bright pink letters that said Lucien Aidan Belcraven. He walked over to where the sign was and saw a breathtaking vision. Long bangs covering a slim, pale, feminine face, one large emerald eye glancing shyly at him from under the lush, long lashes and full, soft pink lips covered with clear lip gloss. The girl was tall and slim, with small curves in the upper region but her hips didn’t really flare out. Even without many curves, the girl was still exquisite. You could excuse her lack of curves by the fact that she looked kind of anorexic. Judging from her eye color, she was Emerald. He held out his hand to her.
“Je m’appelle Lucien.” The girl shook his hand; she had long slim fingers and slightly long, manicured nails.
« Et moi, je m’appelle Emerald. Vous parlez le francais tres bien. » The girl had a low and melodious voice that was much like the one in his dreams, it was beautiful.
« Merci, et vous aussi. Ou est ta soeur ? Elle n’est pas la? » He was fluent in all languages, Dr. J deeming it necessary as part of his training to be the Perfect Soldier. Ha, but he had failed to be the Perfect Soldier. Trowa was better than him. Heero could remain cold on the outside, but his emotions showed through his eyes. Trowa’s eyes were dead most of the time. He had killed the people who had raised him without hesitation and hadn’t felt anything about it.
“Catherine’s studying for the test she has.” The soft voice was replaced with one lower but still melodious. It was Trowa’s voice.
“Trowa?!!”
“…”
“So this is where you’ve been.” Heero started to chuckle.
“…”
“You’re not going to ask me what’s so funny?”
“You’d tell me in time anyways.” Heero grinned, this was what he loved about his best friend. Trowa knew him better than anyone else did. Probably even better than he himself did.
“You, wearing girly clothes. Duo would love to see this.”
Heero stopped as he saw the look of pain that crossed Trowa’s face.
“How is Duo?” His soft voice was tinged with pain and sorrow.
“He’s on his honeymoon with Wufei.” Trowa looked away with even more pain.
“Tro, I’m sorry.” Trowa turned to look back at Heero.
“Why? I’m happy that my friends are in love and happily married.”
“Tro, I know that you and Duo were lovers during the war. I saw you guys kissing.”
Trowa laughed a heavy, bitter laugh.
“Duo and I were never lovers. We merely slept together, no feeling attached. The one Duo always loved was Wufei. But he didn’t want to ruin Wufei. And besides, Wufei may have been cruelly hurt if something happened to Duo. That’s why Duo wanted to wait until after the war to start a relationship with Wufei. We simply understood the fact that something might happen to us during the war, and having all this sexual tension as hormonal unbalanced horny teenagers, we had a mutual pact. Besides, we were both too experienced to want to taint the rest of you. Wufei had been involved with Treize, you and Quatre didn’t know this, but the reason he went sort of insane when Treize died was because Treize had died by the hand of Wufei, his lover. And we’d always assumed that you would marry Relena and Quatre would find someone else. Speaking of Quatre, Zechs always had a thing for him even though Zechs was Treize’s other lover. Wufei and Zechs have slept together as well. What happened to Quatre and Zechs? I always thought that the two blonds went well together.”
Heero stared at Trowa.
“Trowa that is the most I have ever heard you talk.”
“I really am more vocal during sex. Ask Duo. And now that the war is over we don’t have to keep our masks up do we? Look at you, you talk a lot more than you used to. So tell me, how are our little blonds?”
“They’re on their honeymoon in Italy.”
“Yes, they always struck me as suckers for Italy. I just hope they like their smelly ride through the waters of Venice.”
Heero laughed and then sobered.
“Tro, why are you claiming to be happy for Duo when your voice and looks tell that you aren’t?”
“Heero, even if I’m not happy for myself, I’m happy that Duo has had his fairy tale ending. Because even though we promised that we wouldn’t get attached to each other, we did anyways. That’s why I wanted this case, to get as far away from you guys as possible. Duo needed a clear way out and if I truly loved him, I would give him the one he loved more, Wufei. And I was losing track of my loved one as well. I loved someone during the wars too and I still love them even though they don’t know it.”
“Who?” Heero’s curiosity was eating at him. Trowa chose to not answer, shrugging.
They walked out of the airport, Trowa throwing the sign in the trash.
“So Emerald, where’s you car?” Trowa smirked and walked towards a red motorcycle with a box attached to the back.
“Ahh. So you still think that a motorcycle is the best way of transportation. That’s what I’ve been saying. Humph, there was no one to understand me when you weren’t around.”
“It’s nice to know that I’ve been missed.”
“What are you talking about? Everyone’s missed you. We were so worried when you just disappeared. And everyone’s always like ‘Trowa would love that’ and they’d trail off. And Duo was out of his mind … oops, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok, you don’t have to apologize. I told you, I’m fine. You can’t always back off a subject just because you think that I’ll be offended by it. I’ll always have some special feelings for Duo but I love someone else, remember?”
“Right, ok, fine then.” Trowa tossed the suitcase into the box and sat on his motorcycle.
“So, where do you want to go first? You hungry, or do you want to go sight seeing? Do you want to come to my place to stay or would you rather go to your grandma’s?” Heero looked at him in surprise.
“I was the one who did the research on your family. See, General Demolin aka Father is friends with Lady Veronique aka your grandma. Jasmine and I go over to her mansion a lot. See, she has much more room for us to run around and do stuff than at home. Your grandma is so cool. She lets us practice stunts in her rooms. She’s even set up rooms for us in case we want to stay over. She gets really lonely cause it’s just her in that huge place. She’s a lot better than that old dragon Jasmine and I have to call Grandmother. Anyways, I saw a picture of your parents and you. You were a toddler of about three, but there was no mistake. So I told General Demolin about knowing someone like Veronique’s grandson, who had he same name, who lived with me in the orphanage and he convinced Lady Veronique that she might have a chance. So whay’d ya say? To go or not to go, that is the question.”
“To go, definitely. And I thought you knew me better than that.” Heero playfully punched his best friend.
“Ha ha, I know enough so that I’d make a lot blackmailing you.”
“And I hope you never do.” They chuckled together, Trowa had switched back to the feminine voice just incase there was anyone spying on them. They drove past the Arc de Triumph and the Eiffel Tower. They stopped for gas two hours later.
“Em, where the hell are we going?” Trowa gave him one of his articulate scornful looks. Heero sighed and shrugged. They drove off after getting sandwiches, soda, and chips as well.
They drove for another hour before stopping beside a lake. Trowa settled them underneath a great oak tree and they ate their lunch there.
“So, how are things with you and Relena?”
“Hn, nothing’s happened so far, you know.” Trowa chuckled, shaking his head.
“Her voice is still that high huh?”
“Well, it’s a little better but not much.”
“Yeah, well at least you like her and she likes you. I wish I could have what you do.”
Heero looked at his best friend in surprise.
“But you’re …” Trowa shook his head with amusement.
“I am, but that’s not what I was saying. I want to settle down. I want someone to love me as much as I love them.”
“But you already found someone.” Heero was immensely bewildered.
“Aah, but that person doesn’t love me.”
“How do you know?”
“Because, I was too late and they fell in love with someone else.” Trowa smiled a bitter smile much like the one he had on when they had been talking about Duo.
“Duo.”
“Aah, yes and no. Love only comes once, perhaps twice if you’re lucky. I’ve been lucky enough to love twice, I can only hope to love a third time and not strike out this time.”
Heero stared at Trowa.
“You know, for the first time, I’m actually beginning to glimpse how little I really know you.”

A/N: Who likes Trowa and Heero together? *Trowa, Heero and author raises hands. The rest of the pilots are too busy doing *ahem to answer. The two most gorgeous pilots together, sigh, I\'m in heaven. Ok anyway, Trowa loved Quatre first, if you guys didn\'t guess already. But he got over that fast enough because Quatre\'s just a little too innocent and he can\'t stand that. He fell in loe with Duo b/c Duo\'s gorgeous and a good fuck as well as a good friend. But if you guys haven\'t guess yet, the biggest love of his life, and he himself has realized this, is his best friend. HEERO YUY. Now Heero just has to figure out whether he loves Trowa, or whether he wants to spend life in hell b/c if he doesn\'t fuck Trowa, I will subjugate him to extreme punishment. Such as sending him to Purgatory with Doguro.