Prologue: Loss
When Shooting Stars Fall- A Gundam Wing fanfic
Prologue- LOSS
Author : Masamune
Pairings: 1+2, 4x3
Warnings: yaoi, angst, death, NCS, violence, lime
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing! Don't sue me or whomever is archiving this fic!
/…/ = Internal thoughts
*…* =Emphasis
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BANG! BANG!
/No way. Not yet. It can’t end like this, I won’t allow it /
"Put the gun down *now* you motherfucker!" A voice screamed down the dark
hallway.
Sounds of footfall echoed down the blackened corridor. Sweat, blood and
decadence filled the air with their aroma. A gun was cocked, and then
another. More footsteps, more OZ soldiers.
"Can’t lay there for much longer!" the hard voice repeated. "We got all of
your little friends you know that?" The words stung like hornets. Each
syllable as their own little bullet. There was a pause, somebody coughed.
Then the leering voice came again; "Well there still is that braided kid. We
*would* give him medical aid, but unfortunately he’s too close to *you* for
us to do much about."
/Duo…/
More footsteps, the voice, "What’s it going to be, kid?"
Trowa’s mind raced furiously. He was down to one last clip, and that was
half-empty. He stayed motionless, crouched behind an overturned metal table.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, falling to the floor. A small stream of
blood trickled down, underneath the table and directly to the spot Trowa was
crouching. Duo’s blood.
/ All of us are captured? No way! Maybe he’s bluffing or something. Can’t
trust these OZ bastards. My head hurts. Quatre…Is Quatre captured too? He
*has* to be alright! I have to protect him. He shouldn’t have come. I told
him that this mission would be dangerous. Now…/
"You friend isn’t going to last much longer you know," the OZ soldier called
again. "Give up, you’re the last one left. Don’t you care about your
friends?"
Trowa’s lips were parched. To hell with the mission he needed to make sure
the others would be Ok. He blinked. Then through cracked throat he
responded, "First tell me if Quatre is alright."
/ They don’t know who Quatre is / He realized.
"I mean, t…the blond kid," Trowa shouted again. "Is…is he alright?"
Silence. Muffled whispers, the trickle of Duo’s blood. Then, "We have him.
He’s hurt quite badly, but he’s still *alive*. For the time being."
/ The mission! Got to destroy the new mobile doll prototype! / Trowa
furiously thought.
/ Quatre! Quatre is more important! I must realize that *he* is the most
important thing right now! Fuck the mission, I promised to protect Quatre /
A gun clattered to the floor. Trowa stood up slowly, and raised his arms in
the air.
-end prologue
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