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[GW] Dinner Interrupted
Dinner Interrupted
by cozzybob

Pairs: Quatre and Zechs

Warning: extremely angry Quatre, violence, random, cliff hanger.

Note: For GW500's challenge "bullet holes", on LJ. Crap.

Quatre cursed a variety of obscenities that ranged from English to Arabic to Japanese to L2 slang. He looked down at Zechs, who was bleeding in the seat behind him, and then cursed some more. The gun in his hands was shaking. His entire arm was shaking. His body, his mind, his soul was shaking.

He was pissed.

It was a robbery. A cheap, low class, good for nothing robbery. They had gone to the nearest restaurant for dinner, hoping to have a moment's peace away from the hoopla at WEI, when two guys in ski masks came thundering into the building with cheap guns, threatening everyone in sight. Quatre and Zechs had looked at each other significantly and then decided that they'd rather just let it all play out. They weren't in the mood, after all, and Quatre was more than aware that the men robbing the restaurant were robbing because they needed to do so to survive, not necessarily because they felt like it. Duo, he thought, wouldn't appreciate it if Quatre interfered with those politics. So they decided that as long as the robbers didn't hurt anyone, Quatre and Zechs would let them do whatever they wanted.

But it didn't work out that way. One of the men recognized him and then suggested to his partner that they hold him for ransom. Quatre Raberba Winner is, after all, very rich, he'd said. Quatre was annoyed by this and proceeded to tell them just where they could stick their ransom, while his partner, already strung up with adrenaline, fired his gun. Zechs had gotten in the way of the shot, and he now had a bullet hole in his abdomen. It was still there--the bullet didn't go through. Quatre didn't know what vital organs had been hit, and he didn't know how long Zechs had to live--after that, everything had been a blur, and Quatre had simply moved.

He'd broken the partner's arm with disgusting ease and then aimed his stolen gun at the other man's head, who was, at this point, aiming his own gun at Quatre. His partner was still at their feet howling like a wounded animal, and Quatre kicked him hard because it made him feel good. Zechs coughed blood and then laughed sourly as he said, "Didn't know you had it in you, Winner."

The man to whom he aimed his gun was very pale. Quatre was glaring at him in a way only ghosts had seen just before they died, and Quatre wanted him to die too. His voice, just three minutes before so very kind, was cold and deadly, and he said, "If you put that gun down, I won't kill you."

The man put the gun down. He knew Quatre was better at this, there was no denying it. Quatre shot him in the leg and he fell to the floor.

He looked back at Zechs, who was now breathing shallowly. Zechs looked at him with bitter amusement and Quatre's smile was strained. "Never thought you'd die in a robbery, did you Zechs?" Even his voice was shaking.

Zechs shook his head and closed his eyes. Quatre screamed for the ambulance.