Disclaimers: I don't own any of the Gundam Wing Universe. I'm not making any
money off this story. It's written out of love, so please don't sue me.
Written: May-July, 2001
Overall Rating: NC-17
Overall Pairings: (3+5) (1x2/2x1) (?x5)NCS
Category: DARK Angst Yaoi/Shonen ai Friendship Rape-Memories Sap Lime AU-OOC
Enigma Story Categories: G-Boys High Adventure! & Gundam Nightmares
Warnings: DARK, angst, yaoi/shonen ai, friendship, remembrance of
non-consensual sex, sap, lime, language, violence, fear, AU-OOC
Notes: The hidden gifts that Wufei discovered brought him a sense of joy at
the time, but now shadows of a dark and painful past return and his world
begins to shatter. Can Trowa find the strength to truly love him
unconditionally and somehow keep the Chinese teen from being irrevocably
Good to his word, Trowa had returned directly to Wufei's side. Sitting down
beside the Chinese boy, he silently offered his hand palm up inviting the
other to take hold of it or ignore it whichever Wufei needed from him.
Without hesitation, though, a bronze hand came down to firmly intertwine
their fingers and clasp them together with a shy smile.
"Is everything all right upstairs, Tro?" Wufei asked quietly while Heero made
a point of leaving the room to allow them some privacy.
The slender teen immediately noted the return of his nickname to the lips of
the boy he loved and his small smile blossomed fully before he responded,
"For the most part, yes. We couldn't get the door back in place, but we all
agreed it didn't really matter."
"Ah," Wufei nodded even though he had no idea what Trowa really meant.
"How are things here?" Trowa asked, skirting the issue slightly, but at least
trying to address matters as well as he could while the truth remained
Coffee-dark eyes dropped down momentarily, as Wufei felt a wave of sorrow run
through him but he fought it back and looked up with a tiny smile, "Things
here, as you say, are about as good as one might hope for at this point."
It was Trowa's turn to be confused by this, but the entire conversation came
to an end as Duo and Quatre walked down the stairs, Quatre's soft laughter
bouncing off the walls.
Wufei looked up, curious to see what anyone in the group had found to be
happy about and was doubly shocked when Duo commented in annoyance, "When did
we run out of 'Scooby-Doo' Band-Aids? I coulda sworn I put those on the
"Nani?" The Chinese boy asked, suddenly concerned. "Who needs a bandage and
Quatre shook his head and laughed, holding his hand up, not the least bit
upset any longer that Duo had insisted on bandaging his minor injury. If it
distracted everyone and let them relax, a little embarrassment was worth it,
and the bright purple "Barney" Band-Aid that Duo had somehow located to use
was no longer as annoying as it had seemed at first. "It's just a scrape,
Wufei. That silly door up there and I had a wrestling contest and it won."
"So I see." Wufei smiled in spite of himself, as he commented dryly, "Purple
is a lovely color for a bandage and so subtle, too."
In that one moment, Quatre felt himself relax more than he had all day and he
finally gave in to the temptation to simply laugh out loud. Following suit,
one by one the other teenagers allowed smiles, giggles, and in Duo's case,
guffaws to fill the air.
As Heero wandered back into the room, a slight smile on his own face, Duo
glanced over at him and tried to get himself under control before asking,
"So, Heero, got any plans for tonight? For the group, I mean," he added
quickly when his lover shot him a questioning look.
"Not particularly," the Japanese teen shrugged, "But it's late and after such
a long day, I assumed a few people might need some rest."
As if on cue, Quatre yawned, genuinely tired from his many trips up and down
the stairs helping as best he could during the crisis that had begun at dawn
Trowa glanced at Wufei who had gone back to resting his head on his shoulder
and asked quietly, "What about you, koi? I know we both slept a lot today,
but you seem tired."
"I am," Wufei remarked in confusion. "I have no idea why I feel so exhausted.
Maybe going back to bed would be a good idea."
"Um, Wufei?" Quatre offered, "I think I know why you're so tired. You weren't
really asleep most of the day, I can't explain it any better now than I could
earlier, but it was as if you just shut down this morning. I don't think your
body got any rest at all that way, I wouldn't worry over it, though."
Wufei considered this and then nodded slowly, further confused by the fact
that this non-information actually made him feel less worried about it. "If
you say so, Quatre."
Both young men were quite wrong, however. The depression that had haunted
Wufei during the time spent in the small apartment had never left him and the
new crisis was only making a bad situation worse in that regard.
"As for me, I'm beat," Quatre remarked after another huge yawn, rising to go
back up the stairs. "I'll see everybody in the morning."
"Good night, Q-Ball!" Duo grinned then added, "Thanks again for all the help
"No problem, Duo," the Sandrock pilot smiled back before disappearing for the
"I believe I shall go lay down, too," Wufei commented, releasing Trowa's hand
as he stood only to find the taller teen was instantly on his feet, too,
recapturing his hand with a shy smile. Glancing at their joined fingers, the
dark-eyed boy felt a slight hitch in his breathing as hope began to reemerge.
"I'll go with you, if you don't mind," Trowa offered, once more allowing the
level of contact to be Wufei's decision. He was actually painfully shy about
the very idea of laying in the same bed they had shared that morning, but
Trowa was willing to face whatever he had to in the effort to reassure the
boy who held his heart.
"I do not mind." Wufei answered, then added quietly, "I would be lonely
without you, angel."
Trowa's heart leapt and he tightened his fingers ever so slightly, silently
conveying his thanks for the smaller boy's trust.
"Good night, guys," Trowa commented as he guided Wufei towards the stairs,
barely suppressing the now almost automatic urge to pick him up bodily and
carry him to their bedroom. However, the sight of the Chinese boy's formal
white silks instead of the casual clothes he had been wearing reminded the
emerald-eyed teen that much had changed in the relatively short period of
time since Wufei had been recovering from Quatre's assault.
"Rest well," Duo told them both with a hopeful smile and Heero just added his
own wishes with a silent nod of his head.
Casting a glance at the pair of teens who had worked so diligently to help
him get through the tragic day's events, Wufei felt grateful and more than a
little afraid. Only he knew the truth of the matters the others had been
speculating about and the Chinese boy was certain that the pain was only
Full Author's Notes to Run at Conclusion.