Type K: Part 6

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
Pairings: 13xR, implied 1x2, 3x4, 5+R, 9x11


Dr. Barton woke up groaning when he realized he’d fallen asleep at his desk. Again. Starting at the sound of voices in the outer offices, he quickly whisked the syringe and vial into the top drawer of his desk and slammed it shut. Hands shaking unsteadily, he managed to lock it just as the head orderly’s head popped in through the door.

“Good morning, Dr. Barton,” the red-haired woman said, depositing a cup of coffee on the mortician’s desk. Her voice was loud and shrill, just a tad too perky for Barton’s preferences this early in the morning. “How are you?”

“Fine, fine,” he mumbled in reply, groping for the cup of coffee and taking a sip.

The orderly fell silent when she noticed the mortician’s rumpled clothes and disheveled hair. She placed a hand on her hip and glowered at him. “You fell asleep in the office, Dr. Barton. Again.”

The mortician sighed and rubbed his eyes, doing his best to speak in a placating tone. “I know, Cathy, and I’ll try not to let it happen again.”

The red-haired woman snorted and lightly tapped her foot to say she was not amused.

And suddenly, for once in his life, Dr. Barton lost his temper. “Damn it, Cathy, you are my orderly, not my mother. I am sick and tired of you pestering me about my private life which is really none of your goddamn business! Now for once in your pathetic, busybody life, just butt out!”

Catherine stood there in the doorway, her face pale, betraying an expression of complete shock. Before she knew it, hot tears were coursing down either cheek as she choked out, “Well, Dr. Barton, if that’s how you feel, I’ll butt out every day!” With that, she turned and fled from the room.

Half disbelieving he’d said that, Dr. Barton closed his eyes and cradled his head in his hands. It would be a long day.

*~*~*

Treize woke up feeling rested and rejuvenated. Sunlight poured through the light, cheap curtains at the end of the room, throwing a golden wash over the furniture and his own handsome, muscular body. Getting up and walking into the bathroom, he stood before the mirror naked as he’d been the night before, stretching and admiring himself. Every last rippling muscle, each fine body form sculpted like that of a Greek god, and even intimate things like the crinkle of amber hair under his arms and pelvis thrilled him. I am beautiful! he crowed.

It was so seldom that another creature excited him as much as he excited himself. He’d found that in the Darlian girl. He felt a hot thrill every time she glared defiance at him through fierce blue eyes, a perverse form of enjoyment when she spat at him, slapped him, and declared her hate for him. For once, somebody had the balls to declare what he knew they were all thinking and say what he saw lurking in all of their eyes. They hated him.

But nobody except her was brave enough to admit it to his face.

And besides that, the Darlian girl was a fine thing to look at. An aristocratic face, long blonde hair, and a way of holding herself that wasn’t petty or snobby like other women. She was confident; she knew she was better than all the rest of them. Treize loved her for it.

Soaping up his chin and picking up his razor to shave, Khushrenada wondered what Relena would do were a similar blade applied to her own tender skin.

*~*~*

Une stepped quietly into the private rooms she and Noin shared, letting out a deep sigh of relief. The day had been very hectic, the boss’s business handled mostly by herself. Particulars of deliveries of the new drug, Type K, had dominated today’s dealings. She didn’t like the substance in the least, but it was making Treize a huge profit on the market, so therefore she dealt with it.

The brown-haired woman spotted her blue-haired companion sitting at a desk against the far wall, her back to the door. Smiling to herself, Une ambled up behind Noin, slid her arms around her lover’s neck, and pressed a kiss against her ear. She whispered, “How many times have I told you never to sit with your back to a door?”

Noin chuckled and leaned back, reaching up a hand and curling her fingers around Une’s wrist. “Too many times to count. How’s business today?”

“Too busy,” Une replied, again kissing the nape of Noin’s neck slowly, deliciously. The blue-haired woman shivered under her touch.

“Not now, Une. I’m right in the middle of balancing these accounts and—” She was silenced by a kiss. Noin sighed softly and kissed back, releasing herself to Une’s touch.

“I love you, darling,” Une said, placing a finger on Noin’s lips and looking her in the eyes.

Noin nodded gently, pressing her forehead against Une’s. “I love you, too.”

*~*~*

Wufei, Quatre, Sally, Noin, and Une had been gathered in a conference room on the second floor of the warehouse for a meeting called by the boss. Khushrenada rarely called such meetings, so they knew it must be important.

When the ginger-haired man entered, the five of them took their seats at the long table that dominated most of the makeshift conference room. There were no folders, no papers, and no pens. Khushrenada’s employees listened carefully to his instructions, memorizing dates and times instead of writing down information that could be damning if he were ever, God forbid, caught. He had learned, through time and a few painful mistakes, to cover his tracks well.

“I’ve called you in here this afternoon to talk about the new drug, Type K,” he announced, running his fierce cerulean eyes over their faces. Every expression was neutral or carefully blank. He smiled.

“As you know, we’ve been shipping in large quantities of the drug. Everyone’s buying it, from here to Chicago to Los Angeles to New York to Detroit. Everybody wants it. And this, ladies and gentlemen, presents a great opportunity for us, one we can’t afford to miss.

“We all have a dealer that we buy this drug from at wholesale price. However, none of us are aware of the maker himself. Who created this drug? Who designed it, who knows it the best? As Sally’s already told me, this drug is truly a remarkable substance. It has all of a narcotic’s pleasantness and none of the nasty side effects or hangovers. I used the drug myself last night and woke up well-rested. Who knows where this could go?”

He glanced at each of them, scrutinizing their expressions, daring any of them to contradict them. “I do. I know that we have a chance to make a killing on this market and revolutionize drug marketing entirely on this continent, even the whole Western Hemisphere. If we find the man that made this drug and take him into our fold, we can step up production, doubling it, hell, tripling it. My point is, I want this man here, in my office, no less than forty-eight hours from now.

“That, my friends, is where you come in. Between the five of you, I’m sure you can all figure out a way to find him and bring him to me. I don’t care how you persuade him to come. If you have to use force, do it. This is too good an opportunity to miss. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Treize then turned to the door and walked out, signaling that the meeting was over. Noin interrupted him as he was halfway out the door, “Sir?”

“Yes, Noin?” Khushrenada turned to glance back at her.

“Do you ever take no for an answer?” she asked, a wry grin on her face.


~TBC~

Kira Maxwell

KiraxMaxwell@msn.com

On to Part 7!