Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Author's Notes: I have no idea what to call this…I just felt like torturing poor Quatre. This was written for my friend Suzanna because she wanted to read a Quatre torture fic. ^_^;; This isn't really torture, Quatre's just really depressed.
No Title As of Right Now
By Shi no Tenshi
Quatre moped around his room. There was nothing for him to do anymore. His sisters were managing his father's oil company just fine. All he had to do was get into his office once in awhile and sign a few papers. Most of his time now was spent either lying on his bed pondering the meaning of life or sitting on a stone bench in the garden peeling the petals off of innocent flowers.
He was not needed in life. The world had forgotten about the five young pilots who battled in Gundams in the war, and moved on to more important subjects, like Vice Foreign Minister Relena's peace plans. His family had forgotten about the only brother they had, and moved on to augment the amount of oil they extract from the earth each year.
The young Arab flopped onto the bed. He buried his head in his pillow, wondering whether this would be an apt time to suffocate himself. Seconds became minutes, which in turn became hours. When Quatre finally pulled himself out of bed, it was past midnight. The moon smiled down at him. Quatre felt annoyed. What was there to smile about? His life was empty of everything. Duo's life, Trowa's life, hell, even Heero's life was better than his. They had someone to care about them. Duo had Hilde, Trowa had his sister, and much to Heero's dismay, he had Relena. Quatre, on the other hand, had 29 older sisters who had absolutely nothing to do with him. It just wasn't fair. Life's not fair Quatre. Just shut up and take it in silence. His oldest sister Dianne's voice rang out in his head. She'd said that to him just last week.
Over the next few days, Quatre never left his room. His door was locked and bolted so none of his sisters could reach him for signatures. When you look into his room from a specific window at a specific angle, you could catch a glimpse of him, staring out at the sky. His face was empty. All traces of emotion had been washed away, leaving a face much like that of Heero's, minus the glare.
I feel so empty. I think I've figured out the meaning of life. To sit still and wait for the Death to pay you a little visit. I don't feel like waiting much longer. I don't think I can anyway.
Quatre's stomach began to churn. The lack of food and water had left him a feeble corpse. Unable to do anything. Much of anything anyway. He could do three things. Sit. Watch. Wait. There was another one. Sink deeper into depression.One night, the air was frigid. Snow began drifting slowly down from the heavens. An owl hooted in the distance. All was in peace. And a little Arab finally found his peace.
Note: For those who didn't figure it out, Quatre died. ^_^;;
Quatre
: *whimpers* This is the third time you've made me die!! WHY?!Shi no Tenshi/Suzanna
: WE FEEL LIKE IT!!Shi no Tenshi
: Don't worry. I'll just kill you three or four more times…Quatre
: *starts to run away*Shi no Tenshi/Suzanna
: *grab Quatre and tie him to a chair*Shi no Tenshi
: *turns to readers* This is the end. Please review.That skit was really stupid wasn't it? I'm bored, and high on sugar. 'Nuff said.