By Moonlight
By Scheherazade
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing & its characters are not mine. The poem “The Highwayman” was the basis for this fic and I don’t own that either. It was written by Alfred Noyes
Pairings: 2X5
Warnings: Yaoi, Deathfic (well, no duh if you’ve ever read the poem)
This fic is set after Endless Waltz. Genji gave me the idea for doing a fic to the poem and this evolved from that.
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Duo lay on his side in bed. He gazed at the sleeping frame of his lover. Duo raised one hand to brush a few strands of Wufei’s hair across the pillow. He caught up a couple of strands and knotted them around his finger. He let the black silk slowly slip between his fingers, savoring the fell of it with the tips of his digits. He smiled and inclined his head downwards so his lips could reach his lover’s and gently brush against them. Wufei sighed against his love’s touch in his sleep, his dreams filled with Duo’s voice.
“Wufei,” whispered Duo softly, “c’mon, let’s get up.”
“Uuuhh.”
“It’s late.”
“UUUUUHHH.”
“I’ll kick you.”
“No won, ba,” muttered Wufei into his pillow, which roughly translated to “No you won’t, baka.”
“It’s 8:30.”
Wufei’s head snapped up, the back of it colliding with Duo’s chin, causing the chestnut haired boy to bite down on his tongue and tears to well up in his eyes.
“We’ve got to get going, I have a Preventers meeting at nine and…” Wufei’s voice trailed off as he noticed Duo’s eyes. “You OK?”
“I bith mi tongth.”
Wufei’s ebony eyes glinted mischievously. “Want me to kiss it and make it all better?”
Duo was about to agree wholeheartedly when the telecom rang. Duo groaned and pressed the connection button. “Y’ello!” he called.
The countenance of the head of the Preventers appeared on the viewscreen. “Duo, we need your help on a mission. I’m sending the information to you over the Preventer Intranet,” said Lady Une. “You leave immediately. If you move quickly you might get back by tomorrow morning.”
“All right, I’ll be there.”
“Ending transmission.”
Duo ran his hand through his hair until it exceeded his grasp. After returning it to his normal braid he walked into the kitchen. “Wufei…”
“Well that doesn’t sound good,” interrupted the Chinese pilot good-naturedly. He was rummaging around in the cupboard for something to eat.
“I have to go on a solo mission. It’s probably only for a day.”
“I see, I understand.” Wufei’s disappointment was evident in his face as his brow furrowed. “What time do you expect to return?”
“Wufei, I promise I will return to you before the sun comes up on tomorrow. So look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight. I’ll come to you by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way.”**
With that Wufei wound his arm around Duo’s neck and pulled him close so Wufei’s mouth was right next to Duo’s ear. “I’ll be waiting,” he whispered. Duo buried his face in the crook of Wufei’s neck. He breathed in deeply the scent of Wufei’s ebony hair. He grasped a handful of the shimmering mass and kissed it.
“I promise, and Shinigami never lies.”
* * *
Wufei parked his bike in front of the flat that he and Duo rented. It was almost dusk. Wufei jingled his keys as he walked up to their door. He paused, the door was slightly ajar. “I could have sworn I closed it.” Wufei drew his gun and held it at the ready while he entered the house. He had walked about three feet into the house when he heard a rustle at his right. He whipped around to aim at whatever it was making that noise when he was bashed over the head with something large and heavy. Everything in his world went black.
* * *
When he came to, he found himself bound and gagged, tied to a chair. He strained at his bounds but they held fast. His hands were locked behind the pronged back of one of their kitchen chairs. He tilted back the slightest bit and felt something hard, cold and metallic press into his back, directly behind his heart. A shadowy figure walked into the bedroom where Wufei was tied up. Another figure soon joined the first.
“When the other boy gets here we will be able to capture both gundam pilots.”
The second man turned to Wufei. “When is Maxwell going to be here?” Wufei glared at his captor and strained at his bonds. He glances at the clock. It was flashing 1:30. Only five hours till sunrise.
Wufei shifted in his bindings. His fingers brushed the barrel of the gun that was situated against his back. He traced his fingertips down the muzzle of it until one was able to latch around the trigger. He would not let them capture Duo. He knew that they had no intention of letting either of them go this time. He had no chance of escape. He could only hope to give his lover another chance.
At exactly 4:36 Wufei heard the growl of Duo’s motorcycle. When the sound slowed to a stop and shut off Wufei closed his eyes and pulled the trigger in the moonlight. The gunshot shattered the moonlight, shattered his life in the moonlight and warned him, with his death. **
Duo, hearing a gunshot, revved the engine of his bike and tore off into the city, away from the lifeless body of his lover. Duo sped through the streets. Turning down sidestreets and alleyways he traveled in a roundabout fashion until he arrived at the residence of Quatre Raberba Winner. He parked his motorcycle in the front drive and ran up to the door. When he rang the door he was greeted by a very groggy Quatre.
“Duo, why are you here so early?”
Duo took a deep breath, “I want home but I heard a gunshot so I came here… Oh God, what if Wufei is in trouble? What if he’s there and he is waiting for me still? What if…”
“Duo, you did the right thing. You would have to run if there was a chance of getting caught, and you did. It’s the kind of life we live.”
“Yeah, we’re terrorists, but what if Wufei needed my help?”
“Listen, I’ll put a call in to your house on the untraceable line. If Wufei answers, we’ll know what happened.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“Well, he’s most likely gone to one of the other pilots, or gone off on his own. Duo, you look exhausted, go to sleep. In the morning I will send someone over to the house to check things out, OK?”
“OK.” Duo retired to Quatre’s guestroom. As he let his head sink into the comforting softness of the pillow he murmured, “But he said he’d wait for me…”
* * *
The next morning, or more aptly, around noon, Duo awake from his dream of being with Wufei. He scrubbed at his sleep filled eyes. The sweet amnesia of sleep slipped from his mind. “Wufei.” He swung out of bed and went to seek Quatre. He found the Arab at the kitchen table staring blankly into the depths of a cup of coffee that long ago lost its steam. “Did you find him? What’d he say?”
“Duo?” Quatre’s voice held the tremble of someone who knew that they were about to give unwelcome tidings. “The man I sent out to your house came back… He… he found Wufei there… Duo… Wufei is… He’s dead, Duo… I’m sorry.”
Duo couldn’t think. He ran from the room and down the hall and locked himself in the bathroom. He could only vaguely hear Quatre yelling and pounding on the door. He stared at his reflection in the medicine cabinet’s mirror. “He died… for me…” Duo raised his gun to his temple and fired once.
~Owari~
** These quotes were paraphrased from the poem "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes.