Forgiveness

By DragonMage

Notes: *grin* I've always wanted to write a fic like this. About time I sat down and got it done! *V* Mind you this started out as a one-shot but I realized that with all that I wanted to put into the story, it ended up as a chapter fic. *laughs* Oy...

Summary: Wufei's been having strange dreams and slipping into small trances. What's wrong with him? Treize, his lover and fiancé, is worried about his love's strange behavior and hopes to find help for Wufei. In his search, he finds that the key to everything links to the past...Two hundred years ago...

Key:

<Thoughts>

//Dreams//

*Emphasis*

Chapter 1

AC 395...

"Nooo!!" Wufei gasped and shot up in his bed, his screams echoing through the small apartment. He sat there for a long time, trying to catch his breath. A cold sweat had broke over him and he was trembling, something not even the warm night hair and hot blankets could do. He fell back down onto his soft pillow and pulled the blankets tighter around his body. He closed his eyes and struggled not to give into the hysteria bubbling inside of him.

Every night it was the same, every night he dreamed of killing his lover. And it scared him to the very marrow of his bones. He couldn't believe he would do such a thing, commit such a crime. Why would he want to harm his lover? Why would he want him dead? It didn't make sense! He loved him far too much to want to harm him in anyway, yet his mind tormented him with thoughts of killing his handsome Russian lover.

<I don't want him dead! I love him too much to want him dead...Yet these dreams! Over and over again...What is wrong with me?> Wufei thought frantically as he lay there. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and go back to sleep but he feared going to sleep would mean another nightmare. That was something he *definitely* didn't want, without a doubt.

So, he just lay there for a long time, staring at the darkened ceiling of his bedroom, praying for the sun to rise, to fill his dark room with its bright rays of light. He needed it. He hated the dark.

But even try as he might, he eventually fell asleep, the lack of rest, food and exhaustion taking its toll on him.

~*~

//He was on his back, almost engulfed by the silk and satin of the large bed beneath his body. He could feel them warming to his touch even as he warmed to his lover's touch. He gasped and moaned softly as experienced fingers danced across his skin.

"Oh gods," he whispered softly as he ran his fingers through short, ginger locks of hair. "Treize...oh Treize..." He pulled his lover up and begged for a kiss, a kiss that was immediately given to him with all the love and passion the other man had for him. These stolen nights always meant so much to him, nights when he could let himself go and fall into the light blue eyes that always regarded him with warmth and love.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are yet?" the Russian man asked quietly as he rained kisses on his younger lover's face. "How much I cherish you...how much I love you?"

"Yes, you always tell me. Gods, Treize, I love you. Maybe too much." His head fell back, exposing his long, golden neck to the other man's lips. He held Treize even closer, loving their proximity. He opened his legs even further, bringing Treize even closer but not yet joining their bodies in that wonderfully intimate way his whole body burned for.

"Is there such thing as loving too much?"

"No..never..."

"Will you let me come into you?"

"Why do you ask such questions when you already know what I want?"

"I fear one day you might regret this. Our coupling goes against everything..."

He looked up at the beautiful face of his older lover. He reached up and caressed the silky smooth skin he found. "I know it goes against everything, but I don't care. I want you, I love you." He smiled and leaned up to brush a soft kiss against his lover's lips. "You've owned me since the very first time you took me. How long will it take to get it into your head?"

"Sometimes the truth is too hard to believe."

"Believe me. I love you, I want you, and I'll never regret this. Never. Remember that. Now...where were we?"

Just as his lover was about to take him, Wufei felt the world shift and he was suddenly in a battlefield. He looked about himself, not believe what he was seeing.

He was in space; just floating there as he watched a fight between two mobile suits go on in front of his eyes. Without know why, he knew that in one suit was his lover, the other was himself. And he knew someone was going to die. Why were he and his lover fighting? Why??

"Stop!" he screamed, unable to move from where he was as he continued to watch the fight. "Stop! You're going to kill each other! STOP!!"

Suddenly, one of the mobile suits stabbed the other. Then there was a huge explosion...

A backlash of pain and sorrow sliced through Wufei and he suddenly saw through eyes of the living pilot of what had happened.

He had killed his own lover...

"No!"//

~*~

"Wufei, don't you think you should go to a doctor? You're not looking well and I'm starting to really worry for you," Treize said, frowning as he reached out and pressed a hand to the younger man's forehead.

Wufei smiled and shook his head as he batted away his lover's hand from his forehead. "I'm fine, Treize. I've just been having...dreams, you know. I'm not sick."

"Like I said: go to a doctor," Treize repeated firmly as he pulled Wufei into his arms and held him tight. They were out in the gardens of the old--almost ancient--Khushrenada mansion, just enjoying the day in each other's arms. There weren't many days when they could spend the day together, not with the Khushrenada Enterprises and Wufei's ambassador job to take care of. They had met on Earth while Wufei was making trying to make negotiations between L6 and the World Peace Order. There had been some disagreements and rifts made and the Chinese man was trying to seal them back up.

The beautiful Asian man and his exotic features had enchanted Treize. He had been one of the many rich men who held a seat in the WPO and that was where he met Wufei. The Chinese man had appeared at the conference, looking for the entire world confident and serene. He won over the WPO with his arguments and charm, soon sorting out the problem and making peace again.

Treize would have been stupid not to ask the young man out. The only hard part had been trying to keep his hands off the Chinese man long enough so they had established a good relationship and trusted each other enough to consummate their emotions. He had trusted and loved Shen Wufei since the very first day they kissed.

"You mean a shrink? No thank you!" Wufei shook his head. "I am not going to a head doctor. I'm fine. I'm just having bad dreams lately."

"You've been having bad dreams since we started sleeping with each other," Treize said quietly. "I remember waking up to your screaming only an hour after we first made love. I think something's wrong, Wufei. You *have* to go see a doctor. I hate seeing you suffering like this because of me."

"What if it's not you?" Wufei demanded, suddenly furious at himself and at everything in the world. If things were okay, he wouldn't be having these morbid dreams, he wouldn't be worrying Treize. He loved Treize with all his heart yet he had these dreams. "What if I'm just messed up?"

"But what if it *is* me? What if I'm bringing forth bad memories..."

"I've never had anything in my life that would result in these dreams," Wufei said, shaking his head adamantly. "It's not you, Treize, it's me. It *is* me. I just...Maybe these dreams will go away once we get married."

Treize sighed and buried his face in Wufei's long, waist length hair. When he first met Wufei the hair had only fell to his shoulders. After much begging and pleading on Treize's part, Wufei allowed it to grow out. To say the least, Treize was ecstatic. He loved running his fingers through the silky mass, playing with it every chance he got and burying his face in the sweet, fragrant hair when he held his love in his arms.

"You know I'm only suggesting this so you can be better. I know you have this thing against doctors and professors," Treize murmured. He looked up and brushed a soft kiss on Wufei's lips. "Please, Wufei. Find out why you're having these dreams. It's not normal..."

"I know, I know," Wufei murmured, nodding. "And I'll try and do something about it."

"I think it would help if you told me what your dreams are about. Maybe...maybe if you just get them out into the open, they'll go away. I remember my mother told me that once after I kept on having dreams of my father dying in that accident with the shuttle. I kept on dreaming about him coming after me. She told me if that I told her what the dream was about, it'd go away. Surprisingly, it did."

"So, you think if I told you about the dream, it'd go away?" Wufei asked softly as he buried his face in Treize's chest. He breathed in the deep, intoxicating scent of his lover and relaxed in his arms.

"Yes."

"You won't like it. In fact, I don't think I should tell you. It's...horrible."

"Of course it would be horrible. It'd have to be in order to keep you up."

"I'll think about it," Wufei whispered.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good." Then Treize smiled and tangled his hand in Wufei's hair, tilting the young Chinese's head back. He leaned over and pressed a deep kiss to Wufei's lips. They kissed for a while until Wufei opened his mouth invitation. Immediately, Treize deepened the kiss.

They stayed like that for a long time, just kissing and enjoying each other's presence, their strength.

They only broke apart when the servants came, telling them that Quatre Raberba Winner and his husband Trowa Marconi were waiting for them in the parlor.

"I wonder what they want," Wufei murmured as he caught his breath and smoothed back his hair.

"Come now, Wufei, they always have a good reason for coming," Treize chided as he kissed his fiancé's swollen lips one more time. "Hmm...We're going to have to go in there looking like this. We can't leave them waiting."

"How embarrassing," Wufei groaned. His hair was finally neat but he knew that his cheeks were still flushed and his lips were still kiss-swollen.

"Ah, well, we did only get engaged three weeks ago. We'll use that as excuse," Treize joked. He then slid his arm around Wufei's slim waist and walked back inside to greet their waiting guests.

~*~

"Treize! Wufei!" Quatre Raberba Winner smiled and stood up from his seat to greet his friends.

"I trust you two have been doing fine?" Treize asked, smiling as he hugged Quatre before shaking hands with Trowa Marconi.

"Of course. The children are starting to drive me crazy, but other than that, we're doing great!" Quatre said cheerfully as he took in the state his friends were in. His smile grew even more. He loved seeing Treize so happy. He had always been worried his friend was alone too much, especially since Zachery Merquise, Treize's best friend, left Earth to marry a handsome young American named Adrian Maxwell who lived on L2. Then Treize had met Wufei and everything turned out wonderfully.

"Don't listen to him," Trowa said, shaking his head. "He's not getting enough sleep and he doesn't eat regularly."

Wufei shook his head. "Quatre..."

"What? He's just exaggerating..."

"Really?" Treize raised an eyebrow.

Quatre flushed. "Okay, maybe not..."

"Thought so. Something's never change."

Quatre laughed and nodded in agreement. "Okay, enough of this. I came here for a reason." He took a deep breath. "It's been two hundred years since the end of the of the Eve Wars and the Museum of Space Colonial History decided to have a special opening, remembering the days of the war. They're going to have photos of the different suits that were used during the war, the major generals, colonels, commemorated soldiers and so on, as well as the history on everything. Well, I was wondering if you two would like to take over the project for me. There was a sudden emergency yesterday and I need to go back to colony L3 to take care of things and I can't stay to overlook the project." He looked hopefully at Wufei and Treize. "So...ah...can you take it up for me?"

"That's a lot of work," Wufei said slowly as he mentally reviewed his work schedule and wondered if he had enough time to even *consider* working on the project. Something like this was a pretty big responsibility and Wufei knew his ambassador work *always* got in the way of things. Especially when he wanted free time to himself to spend with Treize.

"I believe I'll be able to do it," Treize said after a moment. "There's nothing going on at the moment that desperately demands my time." He turned his love. "What about you, Wufei?"

"Hmm...I think...I think I have time," Wufei said slowly before nodding. "Yes, I do."

"Wonderful! You two don't know *how* grateful I am for your help!" Quatre grinned broadly. "Just go to the museum tomorrow and they'll fill you in on everything." He glanced down at his watch. "Right now I have some pressing business to get to."

"If you do, you could have just called on the phone," Wufei said, frowning slightly.

"I wanted to see you two in person! It's been weeks since we last talked."

"That and he wanted to make sure you two are happy," Trowa said, smiling faintly. "You know how he is."

Wufei laughed and nodded as Treize slid an arm around his waist and pulled him close. "We all know how Quatre is."

"Oh, hush. Look, we've got to get going if we want to make it to the meeting on time!" Quatre pointed at his watch frantically.

"At least we have a valid reason to be late this time," Trowa said dryly as he allowed himself to be pulled towards the front door.

Quatre flushed. "What?"

"Quatre does have a lot of stamina with a libido to boot," Treize agreed with a straight face as he and Wufei saw their friends out.

Quatre laughed and waved good-bye, dragging Trowa with him. They got into their black limo and waved good-bye one more time before disappearing completely into the confines of the limo. Then the sleek car lifted and flew off down the street.

"They're very happy together," Wufei said softly with a small smile on his face. He closed the front door and started towards the kitchen to get something to drink. Treize followed behind him.

"Yes, I know." Treize kissed Wufei gently on the cheek and smiled. "Now, what do you think of this project?"

~*~

"Who has the history books?"

"Right here!"

"Photos?"

"They were hiding...Ah, here!"

"Thank you very much! Ah, maybe we can actually pull this off," Wufei said cheerfully as he pulled out all the contents of the box and spread it over the table.

"Don't be snide, Wufei," Treize chided as he walked over with a stack of books in his arms.

"Hmph!" Wufei turned his nose at his lover and began to sort out the photos by date. It was only the second day of the project and already they were a little behind but that didn't bother Wufei much. If they pushed it they would be back on schedule and probably ahead. He loved reading the old history books about the Eve Wars, the colonies and the people who participated in the war. He had never paid any attention in history class before so all of this was new to him. He had never found an interest in any history that involved the Eve Wars for some strange reason but now he was enthralled! He had been very surprised and amazed when he found an old picture of the OZ general Treize Khushrenada. He had been one of Treize's ancestors, hence the namesake. They also looked startling alike it was unnerving.

"Have you found any good photos to blow up and display?" Treize asked as he flipped through the history books for certain facts needed to accompany many of the models and photos that were being put up as well as war tactics and maps. There was so much work involved in a war and even more when you're trying to sort out a war that was over two hundred years old! Thank the gods they kept good and extensive records back then or they would have hell trying to get everything straightened out.

"Not yet! I'm just sorting them out right now," Wufei said, throwing his fiancé an evil look. "Push, push, push."

"Ah, I love it when you bitch at me, Wufei," Treize said lightly while he wrote down some dates and information on a clipboard.

Wufei merely stuck his tongue out at his Russian love and continued sorting the photos. He didn't really look at them since all he was doing was sorting them. He would look at them later. He was placing a photo in the June pile when he took a double take. He stopped and picked the photo he had been holding back up and stared at it.

It was in color--naturally--but a bit faded and brittle around the edges from age. Luckily the paper they used back then was strong enough to last the years so they weren't *that* delicate. But that wasn't what caught Wufei's attention--all of the photos were printed on the same kind of durable paper--it was the fact that the Gundam pilot standing in the middle of the picture looked *awfully* familiar. In fact, he looked exactly like Trowa Marconi.

"Treize..."

"Hmm?"

"Treize!"

"What?"

"Look a this!" Wufei shoved the photo under Treize's nose. "Doesn't he look *really* familiar?"

Treize moved his head back and plucked the photo from his lover's fingers. He was tempted to kiss Wufei's fingers when the photo caught his attention and any ideas of nookie slipped from his mind.

"I know that it's genetics that you look so much like the other Treize Khushrenada, but I never knew Trowa was related to one of those Gundam pilots," Wufei said softly.

Treize nodded in silent agreement. It *was* remarkable how much the pilot resembled Quatre's husband. He flipped the photo around and read the elegant scribbling on the back:

Catherine,

Here's a photo of me you've always wanted.

Your Brother,

Trowa Barton

"Oh...gods..." Wufei breathed as he noticed the first name. "Trowa Barton...Trowa Marconi."

"We never did ask Trowa of his background," Treize said quietly, frowning in confusion and wonder. "This must be another coincidence. You do remember that a lot of children born on the colonies were named after the Gundam pilots as a sign of respect to the young men who freed them from the Earth Sphere Alliance and every other source of power that wanted them under control."

"But that was *two* hundred years ago!"

Treize shrugged. "So there's a lot of patriots out there still."

"I don't know about you but I'm unnerved," Wufei muttered. He turned back to the piles of photos he had been sorting and grabbed up another picture. It a photo of the old Sank Kingdom princess, Relena Peacecraft. She was dressed in a regal white gown with a golden crown atop her head of wheat colored hair. She was pretty. And she didn't resemble anyone Wufei knew. He placed the photo back down and picked up another. It was another Gundam pilot with a long braid hanging down to his bottom. He was grinning cheekily at the camera, dressed in an old priest outfit, and flashing the Victory sign. Wufei flipped it over and read the back:

Hilde my girl!

Here's a photo of little ole me! I hope you like it! You know Heero'll probably get on my case about it. You know how he's with photos and war. But hey! I couldn't resist sending you this thing! Don't I look cute?

Love always,

Duo

Wufei couldn't help but smile. *This* pilot was, without a doubt, the troublemaker. He felt something inside of him suddenly warm affectionately as he stared at the old photo of the boy. He was barely fifteen years old yet he had been part of the Gundam pilots who ended the war between Earth and the Colonies. It must have been amazing back then...He, himself, was barely twenty-two and he had never held a gun before in his life. <How did you cope with being a soldier at such a young age?> Wufei silently asked the grinning boy. After a moment, he realized it was silly thinking like this. The boy was dead. Had been dead for over two hundred years. He didn't have to get so emotional about it.

"Do you know a lot about the Eve Wars, Treize?" Wufei suddenly asked, looking up at his tall lover.

Treize looked up from his notes and smiled. "Yes, actually. At the private schools I went to they made sure we knew about them since it was a very interesting time of Earth and Colonial history. Why do you ask?"

"Do you think...it was fair to send those boys into war?" Wufei asked softly.

Treize took a moment to answer the question. He shook his head. "No. No, I don't think it's fair. I think the doctors and professors who built the Gundams should have chosen older pilots to pilot the Gundams. I hate to think of what kind of strain comes with piloting a Gundam. I'm actually surprised they found *any* one to pilot those things. Gundams took a lot of physical and mental tolls on their pilots. It's a strain that not many can cope with."

"I know," Wufei said, suddenly lost in a world of his own. "It must have been hard living day to day, not sure you're going to survive the next time you attacked an OZ base or the next fight you had against an enemy. At times there were no safe places to hide...or food to eat. And then there were the injuries...There were so many uncertainties. The only certainty was death..."

Treize frowned worriedly when he heard the strange tone in the Chinese man's voice. Something wasn't right. Wufei was drifting. He reached out and shook his lover a little. "Wufei, snap out of it. Wufei?"

Wufei blinked.

"Huh?"

"What was wrong?" Treize asked, his face etched with worry as he searched Wufei's eyes for any sign of trouble. "Are you okay? Maybe you should go lie down. You haven't been getting enough rest lately."

Wufei suddenly felt exhausted. He nodded wearily. "I think you're right. I'm going into the office and I'm going to take a nap. You can manage everything out here, right?"

"Of course. I'm not an idiot. No go!" Treize kissed Wufei lightly on the lips before pushing his lover in the direction of the office.

Wufei smiled, nodded and quickly obeyed. Soon he was locked behind the doors of the office, sleeping soundly.

Treize sighed and ran his fingers through his ginger colored hair. What was he going to do? Wufei was honestly losing it lately. The bad dreams, the strange looks in his eyes, and now this. It all seemed to be connected with himself and the Eve Wars, yet Treize had no idea *how*. Wufei himself said he had no reason to be like this; he had lived a happy childhood. And he didn't even know that much about the Eve Wars. He had never been a history buff like Treize and always forgot dates, names and facts about the war.

<I wish he would talk to me. Maybe then we can figure out what's wrong with him. I don't like this. He was perfectly normal until we started sleeping with each other a few months ago.> Treize continued to flip through the history book without really reading anything. He didn't want to be the source of Wufei's problems, but if he was...He didn't know what he would do. He didn't want to leave Wufei, he loved the young man far too much to be able to part with him. But what else was he supposed to do if he was the cause that triggered all these strange trances and dreams of Wufei's?

"Mr. Khushrenada," a voice said behind him.

Treize turned around and smiled at the Japanese man who stood there behind him. The man was young--probably Wufei's age--with messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a loose white shirt and blue jeans with brown boots.

"That's me. Is there something wrong?" Treize asked, nodding politely.

"I'm part of the group that's rebuilding some of the models for the museum project. I was told that you'd give something to do," the Japanese boy said in a low, almost husky voice [1].

"Oh, yes!" Treize suddenly remembered who this person was supposed to be. "You're Hiro Yui, aren't you? You're the designer of the models?"

The Japanese man nodded sharply. "I already have some sketches drawn up on how the models should be posed and presented for the display. Would you like to see them?"

"Wonderful," Treize said, nodding. He was happy to do something productive that would get his mind off everything. He wouldn't get anything done with the history books but at least he knew he would get *something* done while working with Hiro Yui.

Hiro pulled out some sketches from his folder and spread them out on the already cluttered table. He then began to explain what he was planning and asked if Treize was okay with them. There were some adjustments made but other than that the Russian man was pretty pleased with everything Hiro had drawn up. He wished Wufei was out there with him to see them but he knew that Wufei's rest was much more important and he could take care of things on his own.

"Well, that settles it," Treize said after looking over the sketches once more. "You do incredible work, Mr. Yui."

"Hiro."

"Hiro."

The Japanese man shrugged nonchalantly. "It's nothing. I've always had a fascination for mobile suits especially the Gundams. Its almost too bad war weapons aren't allowed anymore. They were incredible things."

"Yes, but they were also things of destruction."

"That's why they're illegal, Mr. Khushrenada," Hiro said, smiling slightly in amusement.

"Treize," the Russian man said, shaking his head. "Since we'll be working together, I think it's best if we get to know each other."

"I heard you had another partner. A Chinese man...?"

"Yes. Shen Wufei. He was feeling tired and went to take a nap. He'll wake up eventually and you two will be able to meet," Treize said, smiling.

"All right. Until then, I'm going to get to work. Thank you, Treize." With that, Hiro walked off and started taking over the mobile suit models being constructed off to the side of the huge auditorium.

Treize watched as the Japanese man easily took over and started giving out instructions while explaining what was to be done. He was a natural born leader. And he also gave Treize a funny feeling. Especially when he asked about Wufei. <I think I might need to keep an eye on him...>

Then Treize pushed all bad thoughts from his head and continued his work from where he left off on.

~*Owari Chapter 1*~

*grins and jumps up and down genki-ly* Well? What do you think?

[1] Mind you, I've only heard Heero's dubbed voice. I have yet to hear his Japanese one.

Started: June 9, 2001