Type K: Part 12

By Kira Maxwell

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, not me. I don’t own the G-boys, so please don’t sue me. You wouldn’t get anything anyway.
Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri, Het, Drug abuse, Gore, Strong language, NCS, Violence
Rating: R
Pairings: 13xR, implied 1x2, 3x4, 5+R, 9x11, implied 6+9
Author's Note: I know this chapter is a little shorter than the others, the same as Part 11, but I'm working up to a longer chapter. Hopefully Chapter 13 will be nice and long. ^_^;



Relena stared dreamily out of the window, enjoying the warm breeze that drifted through the curtains of the hotel’s high rise windows that had been opened up to Central Avenue. Thoughtfully she looked down at her hand, studying the glittering diamond ring and simple golden band. Two days ago she had been a political prisoner. Today, she was a married woman.

After Treize’s abrupt proposal and her even more sudden acceptance, he’d had them both driven to a small chapel in the city for them to be married. Then they’d both come here, to the Galt House, a magnificent twenty story hotel that was located in the heart of the throbbing metropolis they called home on the shore of the Ohio River. It was nothing compared to Relena’s childhood home of Valparaiso, Chile, but still, it was a welcome respite from Treize’s dingy warehouse headquarters and the harshness of drug trafficking that he profited from. She hadn’t seen an armed guard in days. It was like Heaven.

Also, since their wedding, Treize had started treating her with a certain civility she found very pleasing. This man, this monster, who’d been her captor for over a year had taken a sudden turn for the better. However, this didn’t make Relena feel any better. What could he be planning?

She sighed a little, leaning out of the window some and gazing down at the hubbub on the street below. Even from fifteen stories up, she could hear cars honking and the faint tittering of people’s voices as they walked about in the late summer evening. How wonderful it would be to be one of them, she thought. They never knew real fear or the crushing weight of responsibility. Their entire lives were spent in a happy illusion. And who fostered that illusion?

People like me, Relena thought. People who give up everything to protect the common people. Although her feelings were kindred to self-pity, the blonde girl figured that she had a right to feel sorry for herself. Who had given up as much as she had?

And also, why had she married Treize? Relena couldn’t really think of a reason, except for the fact that a position as Treize’s wife gave her legal clout she didn’t have before. Not that that would matter. Still, her only way out of this mess was to gain power, and her only way to power was through Treize.

And, of course, through Treize’s future heir.


*~*~*

Quatre banged his fist against the door, shouting loudly, “Damn it, Trowa, open up! You’ve got to eat sometime. Open this door now or I’ll bust it down.” The only reply the blonde got was silence.

Dr. Barton had been barricaded in his room like this for nearly forty-two hours, refusing food and drink. Efforts to bust down the door had failed, though for what reason Quatre couldn’t say. By all means, he and Wufei should have been able to break down the door easily.

But they couldn’t. There was something heavy and solid blocking the door from the other side, and the room’s reinforced, windowless walls didn’t provide another way in that could be handled without attracting unwanted attention from the neighbors. They couldn’t demolish a wall inside the upper levels of the building. It was simply an impossibility.

Quatre was beginning to grow worried. What if the doctor had killed himself? Then he and Wufei were in more than a little trouble. They’d pay for their negligence with their lives, in all likelihood, if they didn’t get Trowa to open up the door and come out.

Things had been going desperately wrong in the boss’s absence. The blonde had felt immediately uneasy when Treize had announced that he was taking a short break from “the business” to marry his fiancée, Relena. A fine kettle of fish, if Quatre had anything to say about it. He didn’t know why Treize was marrying the young Darlian girl, and he didn’t care. He just knew that Treize had picked a really bad time to leave the business in the hands of his subordinates.

Sally’s progress with duplicating the drug had been minimal, resulting in a dwindling supply of Type K. That meant less profits and a stall in the markets, all in the face of an ever-growing demand. Treize’s predictions had been correct. The new narcotic was setting the East Coast on fire. People everywhere wanted the drug, needed it. Already, in a few short days, there were addicts crying for more of their precious Type K. Prices skyrocketed as supplies dwindled. Their was only one man in the world that could produce more of the drug and train a crew to do the same thing: Trowa Barton. And as of this moment, Trowa Barton was the one man utterly unavailable to Quatre.

The blonde sighed deeply, pounding against the door another time. He could only hope and pray that Barton hadn’t done something to hurt himself.

*~*~*

When Zechs woke up, he found himself bound uncomfortably to a chair. His vision clearing, he muttered groggily, “Where am I?”

“Here,” replied a sweet voice, one he recognized all too well. A sense of dread washed over Zechs as he lifted his eyes to look at his captor.

“Noin?”

“Yes, Zechs,” said the blue-haired woman, getting up off the chair she’d been sitting on.

“How could you—?”

“Ssh,” Noin pressed a finger against Zechs’s lips, silencing him, and then she sank down in front of him. He tilted his face downward as far as he could, trying to meet her eyes.

“Why’d you do this to me, Noin?”

“Because, Zechs, you were trying to ruin things for Mr. Khushrenada, and I simply can’t let that happen.”

Rage contorted the platinum-haired man’s features. “Since when do you give a damn about Mr. Khushrenada? I loved you, Noin. I loved you, and you betrayed me.”

The blue-haired woman smiled soothingly, reaching up to stroke Zechs’s cheek. He turned away, hating her and hating himself for liking the feel of her skin against his. He was aching for her inside.

“Oh, Zechs, you were so young then. So was I. We all make mistakes. You just happened to be a very big one.”

Zechs choked softly. “You’re calling what we were a … a mistake? All of those nights together, in the barracks, when we whispered and made love and talked…all of that was a mistake to you?”

Noin rose to her feet, looking down at him with a serene expression that masked the deep pain she felt. “Yes, Zechs. A mistake. Us together was a mistake.”

Then she bent down, kissed him on the cheek, and walked away, murmuring, “Goodbye, Zechs.”

Zechs clenched his teeth, anger overtaking his grief. He stared at Noin’s retreating back with complete hatred. I’ll kill that bitch, if it’s the last thing I do.


~TBC~

Kira Maxwell

KiraxMaxwell@msn.com

On to Part 13!