To Kill Your Love

Title: To Kill For Love
Author: Tsuchi
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing(s): 13x5, 3x4, 1x2, 1x5, eventual 1x2x5
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. If I did, you would see my favorite pairings in it. I\'m not making money off this, it\'s only for entertainment purposes. So there.
Warnings: Yaoi- male/male pairings, Nice!Relena, slight OOC, AU-ish.
Summary: Wufei is labeled a traitor for his relationship with Treize, and must fight in the wars alone. When the wars end, can Wufei convince Heero that he didn\'t betray them? And can Heero convince Wufei that he\'s sorry?
Note: I haven\'t been able to see all the episodes of Gundam Wing, so some of what I write will probably be inaccurate Series-wise. I know it will be AU anyway, from what I\'ve seen of the series, but I want to keep this fic as close to canon as possible. This makes comments, and criticisms very important. Please correct me if you see something wrong! And please review, even if you don\'t! Secondly, the only military stuff I know is naval, so the information I use will usually be from there.

Chapter 1

The mission was relatively easy: break into OZ base, assassinate engineers, steal research, and blow up base. Wufei didn\'t know what the research was, but he didn\'t have to. He was to play \'distraction\' and keep OZ eyes off Duo as he killed two of their best, and stole disks that could, from the urgency of the email, probably win them the war.

It was custom-made mission for Duo and Heero, but the Perfect Soldier was on a mission in Kenya, and wasn\'t scheduled to arrive back for another eight hours. This mission took priority to just about anything else, and Wufei found himself going over mission specs almost immediately after he opened the email from O.

The mission should have been relatively easy, for all that it\'s success was so important. Wufei would reflect later that that might have been the reason that it went wrong so easily.

*

Duo strode down the slate gray corridors of the research lab, an amiable smile set on his face as he saluted to an officer who was coming from the other direction. The man nodded back, not giving the pilot another glance. Attitude was eighty percent of any disguise, and Duo had that in abundance.

The braided menace adjusted the stolen ensign\'s uniform that he was wearing, and turned right at the next intersection, with quick glance at the signs. As a junior officer, only just below lieutenant, he wouldn\'t really know his way around.

\"Good evening, sir.\" He said, snapping to attention and saluting fast enough to make Heero proud.

\"At ease, ensign.\" It was an officer, one of the higher ups. The two wide stripes flanking a narrow stripe on the bulky man\'s sleeve proclaimed him a lieutenant commander, and Duo nearly grinned as the man continued walking away, a troubled look on his face. He glanced at his watch. Wufei should be starting the attack soon.

He had nearly begun continuing towards his objective- the labs- when the man, a seeming giant with silvering blonde locks and a neatly trimmed mustache, turned back to him with a look in his eyes that set Duo\'s internal alarms off. \"Ensign,\" the man continued, \"what are you doing in this wing? It\'s off limits to anyone below my rank.\"

Duo winced. \"I know,\" he said, hesitantly, the very image of an innocent who knew he was going to get in trouble. \"but my brother\'s one of the engineers here, and it\'s his birthday, so I thought maybe I could drop by an\' wish him a happy b-day?\" He ended it off as a question, hoping the man would buy it. The man suspected at the very least. It was written in his arms and shoulders and hands. Duo wasn\'t lying, he told himself; it was a cover story. Besides, he was leaving a message, just not happy birthday. So it was a partially true cover story. He was not lying.

The man\'s face hardened, and drew his pistol on the wide-eyed youth. \"The engineers here don\'t have any family.\" He said, and Duo froze. His research had said that the secondary engineer- Ryan Kell- had a younger brother stationed in the area. Then again, the research hadn\'t been very recent.

And besides, Duo hadn\'t had time to make up a proper cover story, and he probably wouldn\'t have done it, even if he had had time. No one was supposed to focus on a lone ensign when a Gundam was attacking the base. That was the plan. Wuffie attacked, and in the confusion, Duo slipped in and completed objectives two and three. Then Wu-wu whisked him away in Shenlong, and they lived happily ever after... until the next mission.

\"I made sure of it.\" The officer said, and Duo\'s heart clenched in his chest. He barely had time to realize that Heero\'s paranoia during mission prep would have been very useful, for this one at least, before the gun fired.

Duo dodged, moving faster than he could ever remember moving, but at the close range he still felt the bullet punch into his arm, before he had his own pistol up and fired on the commander. His eyes were flooded, and his heart was pounding so hard that he could barely hear or see anything, but he knew the man was dead. He was Shinigami, and a trained Pilot, after all.

Duo spun on his heel, and dashed the way he had been going. Screw secrecy, and stealth. Someone would have heard the shots, and the alarm was sure to follow. Duo needed to find some place to hide out until \'Fei started the attack, hopefully a place where he could bind his wound until he could use the confusion to off the engineers and wipe the systems. He doubted he\'d have time to get the information, now.

He could only hope that Wufei wouldn\'t do something stupid. Problem was, he wasn\'t sure whether it would be more stupid to leave him in here, and blow the base, or come running to get him. The former wasn\'t survival instinct- though he certainly had more than enough of that. It was practicality. If Duo died, they\'d be short a Gundam pilot, and since there were only five, he doubted G had the time to train another.

And the latter... Fei-fei had some funny ideas about \'honor\' and \'justice\' sometimes. Behind him, the alarms began blaring as someone discovered the Lieutenant Commander.

*

Wufei sat back, watching Nataku\'s timers to the millisecond. Five minutes left, then he attacked the base. First the barracks, then move on to the labs. When Duo came out, pick him up, and blow the base completely. His part wasn\'t very difficult... except for the waiting. His stomach was twisted in reaction to what he knew he\'d have to do...

But they were soldiers. They knew what they might go through when they joined. But what if they hadn\'t had a choice? Wufei pushed away the indecision gnawing at him, and looked back at the clock. Three minutes and twenty two... one... seconds.

He didn\'t like this waiting. He could stand it, of course; he was the heir to the Dragon Clan. His mind wandered slowly, going back over mission specs, following Maxwell\'s progress through a mental model of the combination base and labs, back to mission specs, remembering Heero\'s specs... he hoped 01 had returned without too many, or too serious injuries. Oh who was he kidding? This was Heero. Even if he was injured, he wouldn\'t let it affect him.

And yet Maxwell managed to affect the perfect soldier. There were times when a comment from Duo drew Heero\'s gaze, with an undeterminable expression on his face. Wufei hated that expression, when it made its appearance. It was too close to... something unspeakable. And Wufei had no idea if the... feeling- he used the term loosely, this was Heero- was returned. Duo confused hi-

What the-? A great blaring shattered the beginnings of a meditative trance. Wufei spared a glance at the clock- still a minute and a half! This was too soon. Had he been spotted? No, it didn\'t look like it. No masses of soldiers were flooding out to fight the threat, none of the mobile suits set to defend the base- a pitiful few, for the research being done here, according to Duo- had powered up.

They must have found Maxwell. But not caught him, not if they turned on the alarm. But damn! The pilot was in danger. Honor demanded- but practicality screamed against it. Heero would be angry whether Wufei chose to go in on foot and ensure Duo\'s safety- as his honor demanded- or blew the base, research be damned and filled at least objectives two and four.

Wufei froze for only a second before Meiran\'s image, yelling at him, telling him that they should fight because it was justice, rose up in his mind. Justice. Maxwell was annoying, but he was a good pilot (though Wufei would never admit it outside of heavy interrogation) and deserved better than to be captured. Wufei did not doubt that the alarm had not been Duo\'s fault- the boy was too good at infiltration to be caught because he \'fucked up\'.

Wufei took only a few seconds to grab a few extra clips and stuff them under his sash, and ensure that Nataku was truly hidden, before descending the pull cord. The base was in chaos. Not one of the guards who thundered past in an attempt to find the intruder who had murdered Lieutenant Commander Gilles noticed the second intruder who darted into a side corridor.

Wufei had to take a detour around the most direct route- the one that Duo had taken, because of the soldiers milling around the officer\'s body. Damn Maxwell anyway! Couldn\'t he have stayed his hand until after Wufei had started his attack? Wufei mind pulled up the answer. No, he probably couldn\'t have. The answer didn\'t stop his anger from welling.

Wufei darted down corridor after corridor, gun at the ready, glancing at the labels on the doors he passed. He doubted Duo would have stayed out in the open, no. He\'d have hidden away somewhere nearby until the soldiers extended their search outside the labs.

Wufei quickly found himself in the residential section of the labs. The engineers lived here, to be as close as possible to their research. The sound of a panicked voice turned his attention to the first of the doors. He slowly pushed the door open to reveal his wide-eyed partner. His hands were already raised, even as recognition entered Duo\'s eyes, and the boy slowly lowered the gun.

*

Duo pulled himself into the room, panting heavily. He was losing a lot of blood, and it was making him tired. He wished he had Deathscythe with him, so that he an\' \'Fei could blow the base and go home. Objective three was screwed anyway. Still, he\'d found the perfect little hidey-hole. No soldiers were down this way. He looked around, ignoring the homey surroundings, the personal belongings and knick-knacks that covered the mantel of a strangely crackling fire. His eyes settled on doors to three adjoining rooms.

Duo carefully opened the first of the doors, and backed away at the sight of a bedroom, and turned to the second- a bathroom, excellent. He staggered through, and began searching for a first-aid kit. Finding it, he sat cautiously on the toilet, and pulled out a pair of tweezers. Hell, if Hee-kun could set his own leg, Shinigami could get the bullet out of his arm.

Pain exploded in multi-coloured stars behind his eyes with every cautious poke the tweezers made in his skin. The blood from the raw wound was making pulling the bullet out a tricky business, and his fingers were already trembling from adrenaline, blood loss, and the firework pain. Fuck it! He tossed away the tweezers, and wrapped his arm three times around with sterilized bandages, and swallowed two extra-strength painkillers. There was nothing stronger than the pills in the tiny bottle, which he tossed away, before standing.

He walked out of the bathroom, and froze, coming face to face with one of the visage\'s he\'d memorized along with the lab\'s layout. The crackling fire... a blanket tossed carelessly on the couch... steam rising up from... something in a mug in the engineer\'s hands. The engineer had been in the kitchen. Fuck, \'Fei was gonna be pissed when he heard about this. So would Heero. How the hell had Duo managed to be so careless?

The ceramic mug made a dull thud as it hit the carpeted floor, dropped from loose hands belonging to an engineer who suddenly had a Glock in his face. The man began babbling something like \'don\'t kill me, I have a family\'. Duo wasn\'t really listening- he couldn\'t listen. He might hear something that stopped him from doing what he needed to. He did pay attention to the man\'s body movements, though.

Vladimir Gratton was backing away, slowly, straight into the couch. The backs of his legs bumped up against it at the same time as the door from the corridor opened. The man\'s gaze flew from the couch, where it had rested briefly, to the door, and back to Duo. Any hitch in Duo\'s aim that might have been caused by the door opening had been recovered by that time. Duo knew who had come in.

\"02.\" That was all. Everything was communicated.

\"Hey, buddy!\" Duo responded anyway, just to fill in the silence. \"What took you so long? Me\'n Vladdy here were just gonna settle down for a nice hot cup of cocoa!\" Wufei glared, both at the off color joke, and at Duo\'s insistence at \'mangling his name\'. Whatever that meant.

Duo spun away, giving Wufei the slightest twitch of his lips. The Chinese pilot\'s gun was already trained on the man, and Duo followed through with the new plan. Duo kept a careful eye on his family, and was blessed with an ability to read people besides. He knew his family far better than they thought he did. If he didn\'t, he\'d probably be dead several times over by now. And it made practical jokes ever so much fun!

\"Destroy the research.\" Wufei said, anyway; just to be sure, Duo was certain. Duo didn\'t respond as he made his way down the corridors.

*

The man trembled at the end of Wufei\'s weapon. He wished he had his sword. Guns were so... impersonal. Still, he didn\'t have time to go get it. He fired, and the man crumpled. One left. His eyes caught on a picture on the mantel. A family photo, taken sometime in late fall. One girl, about Wufei\'s age, wrapped her arms around the engineer, her glasses skewed because her cheek was pressed up against his. Another girl, a tiny three or four year old, had crawled up into the man\'s lap, and was holding a sign \'C ahem poxaehnr Oteu!!\'[1]. Wufei didn\'t know Russian, but the family resemblance between the girls and the man made it clear that these were his children. The enormity of what he\'d just done crashed down on him. He\'d just orphaned two children. Not that he hadn\'t done it before, in all probability, but never had it been thrown in his face quite so strongly.

He\'d just orphaned two children, two little girls. How was that just? How could that be Justice? Enough. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Heero said. You have a mission to complete. Of course. The mission. Wufei continued on to where the other engineer\'s quarters were. Ryan Kell\'s face was obliterated by the two girls\', even as Wufei shot them. They lay, bleeding on the floor of Wufei\'s mind, at the same time as Kell\'s life blood soaked into the carpet of his quarters.

Wufei met up with Duo again near Nataku, and finally noticed the blood soaked bindings on the OZ uniform\'s arm. \"What happened?\" he asked.

\"Bastard shot me.\" Duo laughed a little. \"Couldn\'t pull a Heero, and get it out though. Do it for me?\" Duo didn\'t wait for an answer, he began unwrapping the bindings at the same time as Wufei got the med kit from Nataku. The braided pilot was waiting when Wufei got back. Wufei ended up having to use his fingers- thoroughly disinfected, of course- to fish the bullet out, and Duo quickly downed a morphine capsule to stave off the pain.

Silence reverberated in Nataku\'s cockpit as Duo fell into a drug-induced sleep, and Wufei kept watching the girl\'s dying at his hands. Orphans of war.

He needed to meditate. Badly.

End Chapter 1

A/N: Okay, here\'s Chapter 1! Hope you like. Um... the thing in Russian translates to \'Happy Birthday Father\' according to www.online-translator.com. You can check yourself. Anyway, my lack of knowledge is probably really obvious at the moment, so any and all reviews will be accepted!