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Author's Notes: This originally a response to Starz Gundam Wing Fanfic Challenge at Blissful Ignorance (
http://ignorange_bliss.tripod.com). It's a Quatre x Catherine fic. Anyway, I wanted to know whether I should finish this or drop it because I've been working on it for about a week and it's not getting anywhere… SO, please review and tell me!Last Request
By Sniper
Quatre ran as fast as his crisp black suit would let him. He couldn't be late for this; it would be so disrespectful. And besides, Trowa was his best friend and he never expected… As he made his way across the seemingly endless sea of bright green grass, his thoughts drifted to Trowa's sister Catherine. He wondered how she was taking this.
"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of former Gundam pilot and circus clown Triton Bloom, better known as Trowa Barton to many. Mr. Bloom died as a result of a circus accident…" The priest droned on and on, not looking the least bit sorry for those who had been affected by the loss.
From his vantage point of a pew right in the second row, Quatre surveyed the scene. The entire circus troupe was present, as well as all the Gundam pilots, Relena, Hilde, and of course Catherine. Catherine was sobbing quietly in the first row. No one was beside her to comfort her, probably because they were afraid of her unstable temper.
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When the ceremony was over, Quatre went in search of Catherine. He found her sitting under a tree, still weeping. Little stuffed animals, flowers, and cards littered the ground beside her. "Hey Cathy."
Catherine glanced up. She replied in a shaky voice. "Oh, hi Quatre."
"Are you ok?"
"No. It was all my fault."
"Catherine, it's not your fault. You couldn't have prevented-"
"No, Quatre. You don't know what happened."
Quatre didn't push her. He knew it would not be a good idea. His curiosity was killing him though. Luckily she continued. "It was the last show of the season. I wasn't feeling very good. During the knife throwing act, I…I…oh Quatre, my hand slipped and the knife hit him right in the heart! I should have just walked up to him and stab him!" Catherine started crying harder than ever.
"Oh Cathy…" Quatre let Catherine cry on his shoulder for a while. When she calmed down a little, she said, "It's kind of ironic isn't it? I was the one who was always protective of Trowa, yet I was the one who hurt him the most." Catherine gave a forced little smile. "Sorry Quatre. I have to go home." Catherine stood up, gathered her things, and left.
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That night, before Quatre fell asleep, he stared at the ceiling and thought, "Trowa, if you're there, please comfort your sister. She needs you." He had a strange dream when he finally fell asleep.
"Quatre."
"Trowa? Is that you?"
"Quatre, my sister doesn't need me. She needs you."
"What?"
"Please take care of my sister. That is my last wish. Take care of her and make her happy."
"Uh…"
"Please Quatre. Promise me you'll take care of her."
"Uh…alright."
"Thank you."
Quatre woke with a start. Beads of sweat were rolling down his face. 'Make Catherine happy?' he thought. 'How the heck can I do that?' He thought about that problem for a long time, and finally fell into a restless, dreamless sleep.
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Meanwhile, Catherine was praying that Trowa's soul would rest in peace.
"Oh Trowa, I'm so sorry." Catherine's tears had yet to stop flowing as she crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. She slowly drifted into a light uneasy sleep.
"Catherine."
"Trowa? You're okay!"
"Yes. How are you?"
"I miss you so much little brother. I'm…I'm so sorry." Catherine burst into tears and buried her face in Trowa's chest.
"Catherine…calm down. It's okay."
"No it's not! I killed you!"
"It was an accident. You couldn't help it."
"Yes I could! If I had told the manager that I wasn't feeling good, all this wouldn't have happened."
"Don't try to hurt yourself Catherine. It won't do you any good."
"What?"
"Take care of yourself." At that, Trowa disappeared, leaving Catherine, cold, confused, and upset.
"TROWA! Please, little brother…come back…"
Catherine woke up sometime between midnight and sunrise, but she didn't notice it. She just kept crying and crying. Her blanked was soaked through, and in the morning, Catherine had a monstrous headache from all the weeping. Sighing, she started dragging herself towards the bathroom. On the way there, however, she caught a glimpse of her throwing knife, carelessly thrown on the floor. ''Well little bro, if you can't come back, maybe I'll come to you.' Catherine went to her dresser and pulled out a black T-shirt and jeans. She then put on a pair of black shoes, grabbed her knife and ran as fast as she could to the graveyard.
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