Title: forgive me , father
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place after Endless Waltz
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 255
Point of view: third
Prompt: Quatre, He keeps hoping the pilots can move beyond the war and what it did, but he fears the knife under his pillow will never be anywhere else...
Of them all, Quatre knows, he and Wufei have the greatest chance of moving on, blending in, letting go of the blood and the danger and... well, not the guilt, actually, but everything else that goes with it. Even if Wufei is a Preventor agent and therefore still a soldier, to some extent, he is fully recognized and sanctioned.
Heero has vanished, Trowa's about to, and Duo-well, no one really knows what Duo does, but soon enough, he'll probably go join Heero wherever Heero is.
Quatre was raised to be a businessman, not a warrior. But he still sleeps with a knife under his pillow and a gun beside his bed, he still catalogs every way in and out of a room, he still assesses the danger potential of everyone in the room, and he still thinks about how satisfying it would be to kill whoever is annoying him at the time.
Of them all, he and Wufei should've had it the easiest settling into the peace their lost innocence wrought. But now Trowa and Duo have vanished too, probably to wherever Heero is, and Wufei told him yesterday that Une wants them found immediately before they're a danger to the world.
Quatre has a gun and a knife and his hands. He's tired of faking normal because he's not normal, he piloted Sandrock, he mastered ZERO, and Wufei will meet him tomorrow so that they can go find their brothers and maybe finally have the peace they nearly died to achieve.