Trowa being melodramatic
(no kidding). Heero feeling guilty, Quatre plotting. Just an average day
in the life of your Five Favorite G-Boys ;)
Know Who I Want...
+ Part 15
"Well that was about as fun
as an OZ interrogation," Duo groans, slumping bonelessly against the soft
material of the sofa.
"I'm sorry," Quatre murmurs unhappily. "I know that was... difficult...
Duo snorts. "There's the understatement of the century, blondie," he tells
I lean back in my chair, deciding to let the minor insult to my lover
pass. It's been a trying day for all of us.
I glance around the room, noting how differently we are arranged from
the last time we met here, just two days ago. Then, we were arranged in
little conversational groups, leaning against each other, talking, laughing.
Now I'm in the same chair I was in then, and so is Heero, but we seem
farther away from the others than we were then. Duo is sprawled in one
corner of the sofa, Quatre sits stiffly on the other side.
One thing about Trowa. He puts on that blank facade in order to mask his
emotions, but if you spend enough time around him you discover that he
displays a wealth of non-verbal clues that give hints to his true state
That blank expression is a clue in and of itself - if he hides beneath
that mask, it signals that he is unhappy about something. Ditto with his
voice - if it's bland and unassuming, he's trying to hide something. Likewise
that rather ridiculous overhang of hair - the more of his face is covered,
the more upset he is.
Also, when he's particularly unhappy, he removes himself from whatever
group he's with at the time. If he can't physically leave altogether,
he positions himself in such a way as to make it blaringly obvious that
he doesn't want to be part of whatever's going on. Right now he's done
that, in typical Trowa Barton fashion. We're all sitting on the furniture
grouped so that those sitting in it will be facing each other. Trowa is
leaning against the wall to the side of the furniture grouping, arms loosely
crossed over his chest, head bent at such an angle that his fall of hair
covers most of his face.
If he were one of those old-fashioned prints, he'd have a caption like
"The Reluctant Party-Goer" or "Hovering on the Fringes."
"Well," Quatre says after a moment. "At least the strategy for the Preventers
is settled. Now we just have to decide how to deal with Rele-,"
"God, Quatre," Duo groans loudly, rubbing his fingers over his temples.
"Can't we talk about this later?"
I feel a sneaking sympathy for Maxwell. My head is pounding as well. After
we got the initial histrionics out of the way, it was decided that Heero
will not return to his position at the Preventers just yet, though he
will notify Une that he is interested in resuming his work. Dufasion will
also whisper that information in a few ‘trustworthy' ears, and so the
rumor will take hold without Heero having to make any official announcements.
Meanwhile, Quatre and I will begin hinting to others on the Council that
Heero, Duo and Trowa are all in support of Dufasion's plan for the future
of the Preventers.
It seems so little to have taken so long to decide. A lot of time was
spent supplying Dufasion with background information, though, and an inordinate
amount of time was wasted trying to keep from upsetting or offending anyone.
That attempt doesn't seem to have worked very well.
The first hearing in the divorce proceedings is scheduled for Monday.
It's good to be the Queen, I suppose - usually it would take weeks or
months for such a case to come up on the court schedule, but everything
seems to be moving along nicely. A lot of what will happen with the five
of us and the Preventers will depend strongly on the outcome of that case.
"I know you're all tired," Quatre tells Duo softly. "I am too," he admits.
He sighs. "But... we need to make a plan, so that we can begin... "
"So let's plan," Heero says harshly. It's the most he's contributed in
a while. After the meeting, most of which was carried by Quatre, Duo and
Dufasion, we adjourned for a hasty, rather tense lunch. Dufasion excused
himself immediately after. I think that Quatre is rather upset by how
things went - he likes Dufasion, and was obviously hoping that his first
meeting with the rest of our friends would go more smoothly than it did.
I don't know what he expected, though. Dufasion was right when he said
that he had to ask Duo, Heero and Trowa the questions that he asked them.
But they were questions guaranteed to put the others on the defensive,
which just isn't the way to build mutual trust and camaraderie at an initial
meeting, not that any of us - except maybe Duo and Quatre - are the types
to buddy up to new acquaintances regardless.
They will come to like - or at least respect - Dufasion in time. At the
moment, though, they can hardly help but see him as a sign of worse to
come. His questions piercingly brought home to us all the questions and
publicity we will be forced to endure in the near future.
"Well, the first hearing is Monday," Quatre reminds us all unnecessarily.
"Are we all going to go?"
"Yes," Duo answers immediately, and I nod sharply in agreement.
"That's not necessary," Heero begins.
"Actually, I think it's a good idea," Quatre tells him. "It's best if
we make a united show from the start."
Heero leans more heavily against the cushions, scowling. He obviously
doesn't want us. I can hardly blame him - were the situation reversed,
I would not want anyone I know nearby either.
"Now, the judge will decide at the hearing whether or not the case needs
to proceed to a trial, and if so when that trial will be, or if he can
settle it there."
"Who exactly is going to be on trial?" Duo demands.
Quatre sighs. "Relena has made the allegations, so Heero is on trial,"
he admits. "Now... "
"What a bunch of bullshit!" Duo explodes angrily. "It's just crap, Quatre.
It's a waste of time, and... "
"I know," Quatre interrupts, far more sharply than is his wont. He takes
a deep breath and closes his eyes, calming his temper. I look at him,
slightly surprised - Quatre rarely allows his temper to get the better
of him even to the extent where he exhibits it in public.
I glance over at Trowa, but he doesn't react. He hasn't moved since the
conversation began. He looks like some odd sort of outgrowth to the wall.
A bizarrely placed modern sculpture of some type.
"I know it's bullshit, Duo," Quatre finally manages, calmly enough. "But
there it is. Now, as I was saying, it will probably move to a trail."
He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Divorce law is tricky.
It has changed a lot over the years, and varies a lot from country to
country. It will be run loosely like a criminal trial - lawyers, judge,
though here in Sanc there's no jury. But the penalties are mainly financial.
Since there are no children, and Relena is certainly financially secure
enough without him, the worst that Heero could be made to do is surrender
up to 65% of his assets, which, at the moment, are negligible anyway."
"So there isn't really much that can be done to him?" Duo frowns.
"Not really," Quatre tells him. "The end result - as both parties are
favorable to it - will certainly be the divorce. The only question is
who will end up with what."
"So if Heero didn't ask for anything, and agreed to everything she said,
it would just be over?" Duo demands.
Heero shifts sharply in his seat, but doesn't say anything. His face hardens.
He'd be more than willing to give up any material thing that Relena asked
for, but agreeing to those spurious charges is another matter.
"Not that you could agree to it," Duo confirms hastily, looking at Heero.
"They're lies. I'm just trying to figure out these stupid laws."
Heero nods once, but his expression relaxes.
"It probably would," Quatre hedges. "But that doesn't generally happen.
And if he did agree to her charges," he points out, "there would be no
chance of any of you having any influence in the Preventers debate."
"So, if she knows she can't get anything, why the hell is she doing this?"
Quatre hesitates, obviously searching for a diplomatic way to phrase what
we all know anyway.
"To make trouble."
We all jump, and turn our faces to the source of the remark. Trowa still
leans against the wall, his arms still folded, but he's lifted his head
enough that his hair has fallen back to reveal one impassive green eye.
"So that she can drag her lies into the public forum. So that people can
ask us intrusive, embarrassing questions. So that we have to answer those
questions in front of the world. So that... "
"Trowa... " Quatre falters. He stops, staring helplessly at the calm figure
across the room. It doesn't seem Quatre has anything to say. He was probably
gripped by the same impulse I felt, to just stop that calm litany of bald
fact, coldly outlining the turmoil that is to come.
"It's true," Trowa says calmly. "Have you really thought about what this
could come to?"
"What do you mean?" Quatre asks carefully.
"It's just like this last war," he continues enigmatically.
"How do you mean?" Duo demands. He's sat up and twisted around so that
he could look at Trowa.
"We don't usually fight from this sort of disadvantage. We're used to
being outnumbered. But our enemy usually doesn't know us. We're the anomaly,
the unknown factor." Trowa calmly looks around at us. "OZ didn't even
know who the Hell we were. In the Eve Wars, that faction had or thought
they had half of us on their side."
I can't help but wince at this reminder of my disloyalty.
"In the last war, the situation was reversed," he reminds us. "We didn't
know who the enemy was or where they came from. If we hadn't intercepted
that broadcast, we'd have just been sitting there, waiting for an attack
from a force we knew nothing about."
That last war almost claimed two of us. He doesn't say it, but the knowledge
is there between us all.
"What are you saying, Trowa?" I demand. I have to stop myself at the last
minute from referring to him by his surname, a habit of longstanding picked
up from the school I attended in my youth.
"It's somewhat different," he concedes. "We know who she is and what she's
going to do. Mostly," he says, a hint of wryness seeping through his steady
tone. "But she knows us too."
"Meaning?" I demand.
"She knows our weaknesses - very well," he says calmly. "She knows all
of us well enough to know exactly where and how to attack to achieve the
We're silent for a moment, each of us thinking about the things Relena
does in fact know about us.