Disclaimer Time: Well, as usual, I do not own Gundam Wing. Sure, I would
love to own a few characters in it... ;).... But alas, I am unfortunate.
We are all unfortunate persons. *pouts* I do not own 'Beloved Infidel' by
Todd Rundgren.
Warning: Um....Is there anything different? I don't think there is... Refer to earlier chapters for an actual warning, nothing changes in that really.
Well.... I don't do many replies to reviews... But there are slight occasions where they feel needed. You know what I mean?
Lozzie: That is true. I usually don't plan chapter lengths. ^_^ I just thought it would be nice to ask. Glad that someone else has stories that spiral out of control!! That happens to me a lot, and half the time I don't realize what I'm writing until I'm going over the fic or chapter is finished! There is slight control, but usually stuff just happens as it happens. Kind of like real life. That's what has been going on throughout this entire story, and I believe that it will continue to do so. I do have plans about what's going to happen, and I realize that flames are a possibility, but I'm not getting distressed by them. Promise. I have a slight idea of things I'm going to put in later chapters, and I don't think I'll be changing it, even if I do get flames. That is a good point. Heero isn't invincible, even though he has survived a lot of damn stuff! lol No one is invincible, everybody dies sometime, right? That's also a great idea, putting in the Relena thing. Keep reading and reviewing, and who knows! Maybe you'll come across something along those lines! I NEVER have been a Relena fan. I mean, the girl stands on a cliff and begs Heero to kill her. God, I can just picture Heero shrugging and stepping on her with Wing Gundam. RELENA PANCAKE! Eew...
...: Yes, Quatre's gal Sarah is going to be in more chapters. Glad you like her. ^_^ You have theory that she's not on their side? Hmm, you're a thorough thinker. ;) I love people like you! hehe Continue to read if you would like, for she is going to be in more chappies.
'thoughts'
/song lyrics/
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Quatre, with Sarah sitting in the passenger seat, was speeding down the highway, trying to get home. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles were almost a lighter color than his hair. His mind was filled with worry. Wufei had called him not fifteen minutes earlier explaining the situation. He knew that there had been an attack and that Heero was being taken to the hospital, and that's all he needed to know. Wufei had also said something about the house, but he hadn't listened.... After hearing about Heero battling for his life, he tuned out the rest and hung up after a moment.
"Quatre..." Sarah whispered. "Do you think he'll be alright?"
"I don't know..." Quatre sighed, trying to keep his eyes focused on the road. "Heero has survived many things before that other people would've died from in a heartbeat, but still... There's always a first for everything, isn't there...?"
Sarah reached over and put a hand on his knee, noticing that he was an inch away from crying. She knew that he was close with Heero, and that he meant a lot to him...
Quatre swerved the car on the road, making the tires screech, as he pulled into the driveway. Quickly, he unfastened his seatbelt and darted towards the house, Sarah close behind.
When they opened the door, they froze in shock. There were bullet holes in the wall, blood splatted all over the walls and floor, half the living room was burned, the television wasn't there, and there were bodies of dead men neither of them had seen before in their lives.
"Wufei was right... They were attacked..." Quatre muttered, mouth hanging open. He glanced over to the phone and saw a note on it. Without missing a beat, he was over and reading it.
~Quatre- We've taken Heero to the hospital a few blocks down. I'm not sure what to expect, but all three of us are there. I guess the mess of the house can be explained later, when there's a better opportunity to do so. Come to the hospital as soon as you get this note. If Sarah is still with you, she is welcome to come, if she wants. We don't know what to expect, but one of us will be out in the lobby, if not us all. See you then... Trowa~
"Come on. They're at the hospital," he told Sarah, grabbing her hand and exiting the house. They got back in the car, and as Quatre started it, Sarah leaned over and kissed him on the cheek lightly.
"I'm definitely coming with you, Quatre-kun," she spoke. "I hope Heero is alright. I know I didn't really get to meet him very well, but he seems like a nice person."
"I guess you can say that. The thing I love about him is that he'll do anything to protect his close friends," he smiled, starting the car and driving towards the hospital.
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Trowa was sitting quietly in the hospital room. The only noise was the beeping of the machinery. He hadn't left the place he was in, he kept watching Heero. He didn't want to be away should anything happen to him. Duo had brought him coffee earlier, and it sat untouched on a small whicker table. His brow was wrinkled in concentration and worry, emerald eyes upon the japanese boy, his fingers entangled in each other, resting under his chin, elbows on his knees to keep his head up. Heero was unconsious, breathing quietly, and his heart rate was slightly slower than normal, but nothing life threatening...yet. This is why he refused to move. The moment Heero's vital stats changed, he wanted to be there to know.
/beloved infidel, where are you hiding now?
will you return to me once you've been disavowed?
all the many battles you fought on my behalf
now your memory fades like a photograph/
It was hard for him to believe. Here he was, sitting in a hospital room, worried about his love. Heero was the invicible soldier, how could he be in a hospital, strapped in to all these machines? These certain machines that actually kept him living... If Heero had say in this, he would refuse being strapped into lifeless, inanimate objects such as computers to keep him living. In the back of his consious, he probably hated it already. A clear, slick tear slid down Trowa's pale cheek, leaving a small trail as it went down to his chin and fell onto his knee, only to be absorbed by the gray fabric of his pants.
"I don't know what I'll do without you, Heero," he whispered, closing his eyes.
/false gods they will erect and offerings they will burn
i am lost in meditation and awaiting your return
beloved infidel/
He heard the door open quietly, and glanced over, hiding his tears. It was only a nurse, coming in to check all the machinery and Heero's vitals. He sighed, eyes sliding back over to Heero, and waited for her to leave. Her name was Kristina, and she was the one who got him permission to stay in the room. Her slick red hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was beautiful. Not Trowa's type, obviously, considering she was a girl and wasn't Heero...
"Trowa-san? Heero's vitals haven't changed much," she explained, her voice even. "His heart has slowed slightly since I was last in here, but it's nothing critical. I'll come back and check on him later."
He looked at her, watching her as she started to leave. Sighing, he decided to stop her for a moment.
"Wait."
It was clear to her, and she halted, turning back around.
"Yes?"
"Is he going to die? Do you know? And tell me the truth. If he really is going to die, tell me now. Please, I beg you."
"Trowa-san...It's just like I have told you. We don't know if Heero Yuy is going to live or die. We'll just have to wait it out. I am sorry that I cannot tell you more." She left the room, leaving Trowa alone with Heero once again.
/do i beseech in vain
since you departed here the pendulum swings again
now the weak are vilified and the wicked glorified
and you still hide away inside a fool such as i/
Trowa reached over, taking Heero's hand in his. He got on the floor, sitting next to the bed, and rested his head on the bed near Heero's head. Quietly, he watched Heero's facial features, as if hoping for a sign of movement, but he got none. At least the boy's peaceful breathing was heard in the room, as his chest rose and fell slightly. Trowa's thumb was caressing the back of Heero's hand, almost like it would wake him up, get him from this state. It wasn't critical....
/and it is money that they worship and lies are what they sell
and fear is their obsession
ring the liberation bell
beloved infidel/
Yet. Heero's condition wasn't critical YET. It could go critical whenever it wanted to, but it hadn't thus far. Trowa was grateful.
"Heero, I love you. I loved you from the very moment I met you. Sure, you weren't much of a talker...you still aren't... But I don't know what it was about you. I loved you with all my heart. I still do. I just feel better now that I know and you feel the same..."
He lifted himself, leaned over, and kissed Heero's lips. Sure, he got no reaction, but he did it anyway.
/false gods they will erect and offerings they will burn
i am lost in medtation and awating your return
beloved infidel
beloved infidel.../
Trowa took back his place on the bed, sighed, and closed his eyes. He refused to leave, of course, even though he was tired. It was after midnight, after all. He began to fade in and out of sleep, until even the beeps of the machinery fell silent in his mind.
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Typing. Keyboard keys clicking swiftly. The soft humming of the CPU. The glow of the computer screen.
Doctor J was busy...As usual, of course. With Heero dead, he had to figure out what to do next. He had yet to fulfill his plan, so he needed to plan things. He would've kept the young boy, if he hadn't grown too clever. Where were his soldiers? They should've been back by now...
A door opened and a guy ran in the room. The older man turned in his chair, pausing in his typing, and looked at him.
"Yes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's the soldiers, sir. They're all dead," the man panted.
"What?" Doctor J stood up quickly. "How is that possible?? No survivers?!"
"No, sir." Doctor J growled.
"What about the boy? Where was his body?"
"It wasn't there sir."
"You, leave."
"Yes sir." The man bowed and walked out. Doctor J clenched his fist.
"MOTHER FUCKER! DAMN YOU ADIN LOWE JR.!" He punched the wall, making a dent. "Fucking hell...If his body wasn't found, he might still be alive. Shit. This could be the death of me. He'll know it was me who sent those men after him. I'm one of the only people, besides those other four pilots, the other four doctors, and those women that know where he lives at the moment. He'll know it was me who tried to kill him. Then, he'll come after me. That mother fucker just won't die. Unless, of course, he's already dead, and those other four pilots took his body somewhere. I hope that's the case. I don't want to deal with that bastard anymore..."
Another knock.
"What the fuck is it?!"
The door opened.
"Oh, it's you, Doctor G."
"Indeed," Doctor G nodded. "Having problems with your pilot?"
"Yes. At the moment, I don't know if he's alive or dead."
"You want him dead?"
"Of course I want him dead. He's a threat now."
"He's alive."
"Shit."
"Alive, but not kicking." Doctor J raised his eyebrows in intrest.
"Oh?"
"He's currently in a hospital. Strapped into machines to keep him alive. His condition is close to critical. They'd need a miracle for him to last through the week."
"You're serious?!"
"As serious as an exicutioner before chopping off someone's head."
"Interesting comparison, but it gets the point across."
"So, Doctor J, your pilot will die. Just give it time. When he's gone, I'll pay you yet another visit, giving you the information. That is, if you request such."
"Definitely. Pay a visit as soon as it happens and tell me the news."
"Alright." Doctor G nodded, turned, and left. Doctor J sat down in his chair and sighed.
"Heero...You will die. I don't care what I have to do, but if you survive, I'll either go crazy or kill you myself. I look foreward to the latter."
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Duo was slumped on a couch in the waiting room, staring at a clock. It read 1:07 in the morning. He sighed, yawning. Wufei leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"You know, if you stare at the clock, time will go slower koi," he whispered. Duo groaned in protest.
"I hate waiting," he complained, sinking further into the cushions. He was holding an empty mug, that of which had been holding coffee earlier. Wufei was about to finish his.
With lack of anything else to do, the God of Death began making a wooden pencil flip across the small table in front of them. He then rolled it down the cascading stack of magazines. It fell to the floor. Duo sighed and slumped back again.
"I know you're bored Duo. Please, try to do something. Read a magazine, even. I have actually considered on going to see how Trowa was doing."
"He's probably asleep," Duo said through a yawn. His eyes fell halfway. Wufei wrapped his arms around the braided boy and pulled him close.
"You a pillow now Wu?" he asked, laying his head on Wufei's chest and closing his eyes.
"If you want."
"Thanks love. You're the greatest."
"I'll wake you up if anything happens."
"Hai," Duo smiled and yawned again. He curled up close and fell asleep. Wufei lightly rubbed his back, glancing around the room.
There was two kids, a boy and a girl, around the age of six, lying all over each other in a chair, sleeping deeply. They resembled each other, leading Wufei to believe they were siblings. There was a woman sitting in the chair next to them, probably mother or aunt. She was reading a magazine that had a picture of George Clooney on the from of it. Entertainment magazine, he expected.
On the other side of the room, there was a nurse talking to an elderly woman. The woman seemed worried as she listened intently to everything the nurse told her. A moment passed with a hand hovering over the woman's mouth, her eyes wide, until a look of relief swept over her face. She nodded to the nurse and sat back in her chair, the nurse walking towards some rooms down the hall.
Near him, there was a young man pacing back and fourth, wringing his hands nervously, biting his lip. Earlier, he had come in with a girl who seemed to be pregnant. Father-to-be... A tense moment, Wufei had heard. He would occasionally sit down and flip through a magazine, but it wouldn't be for long, until he stood back up and paced some more.
A doctor walked into the waiting room, going over to a man and woman, who were married from Wufei's earlier observations. They both stood up, clutching hands tightly until their knuckles began to turn white, and listened as the doctor began explaining things. A moment later, the woman put a hand to her mouth, turned, and began crying into the man's chest. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back, trying to comfort her. He said something to the doctor, who then turned and left, and leaned his head on hers, closing his eyes and whispering to her. He sat back down, still holding her, trying to stay calm, as the woman continued to cry. They had been there longer than he had, so Wufei had no clue what it was about... It was obviously horrible, and he felt sorry for them. He was sure his reaction wouldn't be a pretty one if a doctor came up to him and informed him that Heero was dead.
Duo shifted in his arms, sliding down a little. The position was very strange to people who had no clue they were together. Wufei had his arms cradled around Duo's mid-back. It had been his waist, but the boy had slid down. Duo's arms were around his waist and his head was now on his thigh. Wufei smiled. They got a few looks, but they were ignored. Some people in the room didn't care... They thought Duo was a girl.
Time continued to pass. The front doors opened, and Quatre ran in, followed by Sarah. Wufei glanced over and was about to motion to him, but Quatre had seen him and ran over.
"How's Heero?" he asked quickly.
"Ssh!" Wufei hushed him, motioning down to Duo, who twitched slightly, but stayed asleep. Quatre fell quieter immediately.
"Is Heero alive?"
"Last time I checked, yes," Wufei nodded. "His vitals are close to critical, and he's strapped to machines to keep him living..."
"Where's Trowa?"
"He hasn't left Heero's bedside this whole time."
Sarah sat down in a chair and Quatre kneeled down next to the couch to further talk to Wufei.
"What exactly happened? I saw the house..."
"Well, then you'll be able to tell we were attacked."
"Yes, I figured, and you did say that much. What happened though?"
"I'm not sure. Duo and I were hidden. If you have to ask someone, ask Trowa. He saw everything."
"You guys been here long?"
"Slightly. Duo was wiped out, as you can tell. I don't know about Trowa, but he might be asleep too. I've had three cups of coffee, so I'm fine right now."
Quatre stood up and sighed.
"Sarah, stay out here," he muttered. "I'm going to go to the room and see Trowa."
"It's room number 109," Wufei told him.
"Alright." He walked off.
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The hospital room door opened slowly, and Quatre snuck in. Glancing around, he saw what Wufei had said. Heero strapped to machines to keep him alive, and Trowa was on the floor, head on the bed beside Heero, and he was sleeping. There was a cup of coffee on the bedside table that was left untouched. He went over, sat down in a chair, and touched Trowa's shoulder lightly. The other boy jumped, rose his head, and looked at him.
"Oh, Quatre, you're here."
"Of course. I came as soon as I got the note. Trowa, I have a question."
"Oh?"
"What happened exactly? I know you were attacked, but what happened?"
"These men came in with guns...Heero began to fight with them. He was killing them, but then he got shot. It was only in the shoulder. Then, this guy pulled out a machine gun and fired at him. He rolled across the floor to dodge. One guy, from the impact of Heero's bullet, flew backwards, slammed into the tv, and both him and the tv fell to the ground. The tv exploded...When it was over, Heero realized that he got three more bullet wounds, and now we're here."
"I'm sorry Trowa..."
"Wha?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I know how you feel about Heero. I know how much this must be hurting you. If anything happens...if he does die...I just want you to know that I'll be there for you. I promise."
"Quatre...Thank you..."
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"I hope Heero will be alright."
Wufei looked over at Sarah.
"Why do you say that? You don't even know him."
"It's just that, from what Quatre has told me, the five of you have been extremely close for a long time. Heero must mean a lot to all of you, and from what I've met of him, he seems like a nice person, so I hope he'll be alright."
"So you're putting pity on us because of what you've 'figured' about us all?"
"No...I don't mean that..."
"I'm sorry..." Wufei sighed, realizing what he just said. "I'm just real stressed and it's real early. Forget that we ever had that arguement."
"It's alright. I understand. I've been stuck in hospitals real early in the morning because someone was in almost the same condition that Heero's in. I know what it's like. You haven't a need to apoligize."
Wufei said nothing. He turned his head and looked the opposite direction. There was a draft that sent a cold chill up his spine, but luckily, he had Duo keeping him warm. He glanced down at him, wondering if he was alright.
"Sarah...Could you go get a blanket?"
"You still cold, even though you're covered by him?"
"I'm fine, but I think Duo should have one. He looks cold."
"Alright." She stood up and went over to the reception desk. Back over on the couch, Wufei slid down until he was lying completely on the couch, but he was still holding Duo, who was now on top of him. The top of Duo's head was now right under Wufei's chin, and Wufei moved his head to the side. His cheek was now on Duo's head, he could feel his silky, brown hair under his skin. Sarah came back over a moment later and draped the blanket over Duo.
"How's that?"
"That'll do," Wufei said quietly.
"Comfortable?" she asked.
"Hai," he muttered, yawning. A moment later, his eyes flickered shut, and his breathing matched Duo's, which was calm. They were both asleep now. Sarah smiled, watched them for a moment, and sat back down in the chair. She never noticed the figure in the background that was contently watching the three of them...
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"Quatre, what about the house? What are we going to do about it?" Trowa asked.
"As long as Heero lives, I don't give a flying fuck about the house. I'll get someone to fix it back up, AFTER this hospital business is over. Besides, a have a few more..."
"How do you get so many houses, exactly?"
"Well, my father actually. He got rich in his job. The house we live in now belonged to my oldest sister, and there's another one that used to belong to the twins that are five years older than me."
"Where'd those two girls get to?"
"They moved somewhere out in space, so they let me have their house. Not all of them are origingally mine. My sisters, since I'm the only boy, try to spoil me rotten and give me everything they don't want much anymore."
"Spoil you rotten?" Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"Hai. They do it more as I get older, as they realize it doesn't work too well... It's gets extremely irritating at times."
"At least you have an annoying family..." Trowa sighed.
"Trowa...did you forget? You do have a family. We practically are your family, or must I remind you again?"
"No, that's okay. But Quatre...?"
"Hmm?"
"If you guys are my family, does that mean mine and Heero's relationship is insest?" Quatre hit his shoulder lightly.
"Of course not! You know what I mean!"
"I know. Just joking with you."
"Obviously..." Quatre stood once more.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the others. I was just wanting to check on you, and see how Heero was faring. I'll be back later with some coffee or tea, how's that sound?"
"Great. Thank you."
"Sure." He left, leaving Trowa alone with Heero once more. The boy stood up, getting off the cold, tile floor and sat on the edge of the bed, taking Heero's hand again. He sighed.
"Please come back to me Heero...I need you."
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It had been a good amount of time... The clock now read 3:57 am. Wufei and Duo were still fast asleep on the couch, Sarah had drifted to sleep in her chair about thirty minutes earlier, and Quatre was still awake, but he was slipping slightly himself. He wondered if Heero's condition had changed any...
Right after thinking that, he heard rushed footsteps heading his way. Glacing up slowly, he saw Trowa running over. He stood up immediately.
"Trowa? What is it?!" he asked as Trowa came up.
"Quatre, come with me..." he panted. "There's something you have to see..."
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Ceari: Well... *sighs* Chapter 6. Wow, this story's getting long. ^_^ Makes me proud. People like me!!!
Heero: -_- Shut up. They do not.
Ceari: *pouts*
Duo: *grins* Love the story, though!
Ceari: *perks up* See?! Duo likes it! n.n
Duo: -
Ceari: O_O
Duo: ^_______^
Wufei: Oh god.....a face contest.....
Quatre: A what?
Trowa: Ceari and Duo have a contest as to who can make the most faces. Whoever makes the last one wins.
Quatre: This could last a while...
Wufei: Actually, it's shorter than you think.
Ceari: -_-
Duo: M_M
Ceari: L_L
Duo: C_C
Ceari: Um........ ;_;
Duo: Fine then! Time to bring out the emos!!!! ///_-
Trowa: ...
Ceari: Alright, have it your way. VV_-
Heero: Grrrr....
Duo: -_-,
Wufei: *blinku blinku* Well...I have an emo...
Ceari: VV_x
Duo: ///_:
Trowa: I'm...an alien?
Heero: *eye twitch*
Ceari: VV_@
Duo: ///_^
Heero: *pulls out gun and aims it at them* ENOUGH ALREADY DAMMIT!
Ceari: Eep! *hides behind Trowa* Help me!
Trowa: *steps to the side* Nope.
Duo: *laughs*
Ceari: Well... There's the lovely chapter 6. I do apoligize for the squabbling. Me and the G-boys do it all the time! *shrugs* I'm used to it.
Quatre: *pulls a random mallet out of nowhere and beings smacking Ceari over the head with it* How could you put ANOTHER cliffhanger?!?!?! It's not fair!!!! *pounds harder*
Ceari: *falls to the floor with swirly eyes and bumps on her head* Orooooo....
Heero: Honestly. *crosses arms* Am I dead or what?
Trowa: That's what I wanna know.
Wufei: Now now, you know the authoress cannot give away the plot.
Ceari: Exactly... *stands up, still disoriented*
Quatre: But WHY a cliffhanger????
Ceari: Two reasons. One, I always need a place to cut the chapter off and have a good place to begin the next chapter. Two, it keeps readers interested, they review, hopefully saying they want more, and I deliver. It helps let me know whether people are still interested or not.
Trowa: *sigh* She has a point...
Heero: Yeah, I guess she does.
Ceari: And now! something to leave all you reviewers with!!
Wufei: Oh lord...
Ceari: *holds up a picture* HEERO YUY IN A BANANA SUIT!!! ^_^
Heero: *snarls* Omae o korosu Ceari! *starts running after her*
Ceari: AHHH!! *puts the picture in her pocket and runs turbo speed*
Heero: Give me the fucking picture, dammit!!
Duo: *snickers* Hee-chan...Language.
Heero: Maxwell!!!!!! Don't call me that!
Duo: Eep! Trowa, calm your lover-boy down!
Trowa: *sighs, goes over to Heero and wraps his arms around his waist, kisses him sensually on the neck* Calm down Heero...
Heero: *eases*
Ceari: Phew. Thank you Trowa Barton. Anyhoozles, please review to the chappie. I'll start working on chapter 7 as soon as I can, which will probably be a span of tomorrow... And I'll upload as soon as I'm satisfied. Until then, ja bye bye!!! ^_^
~~~A few minutes later~~~
Duo: Does this mean I won the face contest? I did make the last one...
Ceari: Duo, this is supposed to have ended already.
Duo: I know, but I won, didn't I?!
Ceari: No.
Duo: *pout* Why not? I made the last face!
Ceari: But that's only because Heero threatened to put bullets though our skull. That doesn't count.
Duo: But...but...
Ceari: Ih, go have hot wild naked monkey sex with Wufei.
Duo: *brightens up* Okay!! *runs off*
Ceari: *rolls eyes* Sorry about that, readers... *walks off*
Warning: Um....Is there anything different? I don't think there is... Refer to earlier chapters for an actual warning, nothing changes in that really.
Well.... I don't do many replies to reviews... But there are slight occasions where they feel needed. You know what I mean?
Lozzie: That is true. I usually don't plan chapter lengths. ^_^ I just thought it would be nice to ask. Glad that someone else has stories that spiral out of control!! That happens to me a lot, and half the time I don't realize what I'm writing until I'm going over the fic or chapter is finished! There is slight control, but usually stuff just happens as it happens. Kind of like real life. That's what has been going on throughout this entire story, and I believe that it will continue to do so. I do have plans about what's going to happen, and I realize that flames are a possibility, but I'm not getting distressed by them. Promise. I have a slight idea of things I'm going to put in later chapters, and I don't think I'll be changing it, even if I do get flames. That is a good point. Heero isn't invincible, even though he has survived a lot of damn stuff! lol No one is invincible, everybody dies sometime, right? That's also a great idea, putting in the Relena thing. Keep reading and reviewing, and who knows! Maybe you'll come across something along those lines! I NEVER have been a Relena fan. I mean, the girl stands on a cliff and begs Heero to kill her. God, I can just picture Heero shrugging and stepping on her with Wing Gundam. RELENA PANCAKE! Eew...
...: Yes, Quatre's gal Sarah is going to be in more chapters. Glad you like her. ^_^ You have theory that she's not on their side? Hmm, you're a thorough thinker. ;) I love people like you! hehe Continue to read if you would like, for she is going to be in more chappies.
'thoughts'
/song lyrics/
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Quatre, with Sarah sitting in the passenger seat, was speeding down the highway, trying to get home. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles were almost a lighter color than his hair. His mind was filled with worry. Wufei had called him not fifteen minutes earlier explaining the situation. He knew that there had been an attack and that Heero was being taken to the hospital, and that's all he needed to know. Wufei had also said something about the house, but he hadn't listened.... After hearing about Heero battling for his life, he tuned out the rest and hung up after a moment.
"Quatre..." Sarah whispered. "Do you think he'll be alright?"
"I don't know..." Quatre sighed, trying to keep his eyes focused on the road. "Heero has survived many things before that other people would've died from in a heartbeat, but still... There's always a first for everything, isn't there...?"
Sarah reached over and put a hand on his knee, noticing that he was an inch away from crying. She knew that he was close with Heero, and that he meant a lot to him...
Quatre swerved the car on the road, making the tires screech, as he pulled into the driveway. Quickly, he unfastened his seatbelt and darted towards the house, Sarah close behind.
When they opened the door, they froze in shock. There were bullet holes in the wall, blood splatted all over the walls and floor, half the living room was burned, the television wasn't there, and there were bodies of dead men neither of them had seen before in their lives.
"Wufei was right... They were attacked..." Quatre muttered, mouth hanging open. He glanced over to the phone and saw a note on it. Without missing a beat, he was over and reading it.
~Quatre- We've taken Heero to the hospital a few blocks down. I'm not sure what to expect, but all three of us are there. I guess the mess of the house can be explained later, when there's a better opportunity to do so. Come to the hospital as soon as you get this note. If Sarah is still with you, she is welcome to come, if she wants. We don't know what to expect, but one of us will be out in the lobby, if not us all. See you then... Trowa~
"Come on. They're at the hospital," he told Sarah, grabbing her hand and exiting the house. They got back in the car, and as Quatre started it, Sarah leaned over and kissed him on the cheek lightly.
"I'm definitely coming with you, Quatre-kun," she spoke. "I hope Heero is alright. I know I didn't really get to meet him very well, but he seems like a nice person."
"I guess you can say that. The thing I love about him is that he'll do anything to protect his close friends," he smiled, starting the car and driving towards the hospital.
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Trowa was sitting quietly in the hospital room. The only noise was the beeping of the machinery. He hadn't left the place he was in, he kept watching Heero. He didn't want to be away should anything happen to him. Duo had brought him coffee earlier, and it sat untouched on a small whicker table. His brow was wrinkled in concentration and worry, emerald eyes upon the japanese boy, his fingers entangled in each other, resting under his chin, elbows on his knees to keep his head up. Heero was unconsious, breathing quietly, and his heart rate was slightly slower than normal, but nothing life threatening...yet. This is why he refused to move. The moment Heero's vital stats changed, he wanted to be there to know.
/beloved infidel, where are you hiding now?
will you return to me once you've been disavowed?
all the many battles you fought on my behalf
now your memory fades like a photograph/
It was hard for him to believe. Here he was, sitting in a hospital room, worried about his love. Heero was the invicible soldier, how could he be in a hospital, strapped in to all these machines? These certain machines that actually kept him living... If Heero had say in this, he would refuse being strapped into lifeless, inanimate objects such as computers to keep him living. In the back of his consious, he probably hated it already. A clear, slick tear slid down Trowa's pale cheek, leaving a small trail as it went down to his chin and fell onto his knee, only to be absorbed by the gray fabric of his pants.
"I don't know what I'll do without you, Heero," he whispered, closing his eyes.
/false gods they will erect and offerings they will burn
i am lost in meditation and awaiting your return
beloved infidel/
He heard the door open quietly, and glanced over, hiding his tears. It was only a nurse, coming in to check all the machinery and Heero's vitals. He sighed, eyes sliding back over to Heero, and waited for her to leave. Her name was Kristina, and she was the one who got him permission to stay in the room. Her slick red hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was beautiful. Not Trowa's type, obviously, considering she was a girl and wasn't Heero...
"Trowa-san? Heero's vitals haven't changed much," she explained, her voice even. "His heart has slowed slightly since I was last in here, but it's nothing critical. I'll come back and check on him later."
He looked at her, watching her as she started to leave. Sighing, he decided to stop her for a moment.
"Wait."
It was clear to her, and she halted, turning back around.
"Yes?"
"Is he going to die? Do you know? And tell me the truth. If he really is going to die, tell me now. Please, I beg you."
"Trowa-san...It's just like I have told you. We don't know if Heero Yuy is going to live or die. We'll just have to wait it out. I am sorry that I cannot tell you more." She left the room, leaving Trowa alone with Heero once again.
/do i beseech in vain
since you departed here the pendulum swings again
now the weak are vilified and the wicked glorified
and you still hide away inside a fool such as i/
Trowa reached over, taking Heero's hand in his. He got on the floor, sitting next to the bed, and rested his head on the bed near Heero's head. Quietly, he watched Heero's facial features, as if hoping for a sign of movement, but he got none. At least the boy's peaceful breathing was heard in the room, as his chest rose and fell slightly. Trowa's thumb was caressing the back of Heero's hand, almost like it would wake him up, get him from this state. It wasn't critical....
/and it is money that they worship and lies are what they sell
and fear is their obsession
ring the liberation bell
beloved infidel/
Yet. Heero's condition wasn't critical YET. It could go critical whenever it wanted to, but it hadn't thus far. Trowa was grateful.
"Heero, I love you. I loved you from the very moment I met you. Sure, you weren't much of a talker...you still aren't... But I don't know what it was about you. I loved you with all my heart. I still do. I just feel better now that I know and you feel the same..."
He lifted himself, leaned over, and kissed Heero's lips. Sure, he got no reaction, but he did it anyway.
/false gods they will erect and offerings they will burn
i am lost in medtation and awating your return
beloved infidel
beloved infidel.../
Trowa took back his place on the bed, sighed, and closed his eyes. He refused to leave, of course, even though he was tired. It was after midnight, after all. He began to fade in and out of sleep, until even the beeps of the machinery fell silent in his mind.
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Typing. Keyboard keys clicking swiftly. The soft humming of the CPU. The glow of the computer screen.
Doctor J was busy...As usual, of course. With Heero dead, he had to figure out what to do next. He had yet to fulfill his plan, so he needed to plan things. He would've kept the young boy, if he hadn't grown too clever. Where were his soldiers? They should've been back by now...
A door opened and a guy ran in the room. The older man turned in his chair, pausing in his typing, and looked at him.
"Yes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's the soldiers, sir. They're all dead," the man panted.
"What?" Doctor J stood up quickly. "How is that possible?? No survivers?!"
"No, sir." Doctor J growled.
"What about the boy? Where was his body?"
"It wasn't there sir."
"You, leave."
"Yes sir." The man bowed and walked out. Doctor J clenched his fist.
"MOTHER FUCKER! DAMN YOU ADIN LOWE JR.!" He punched the wall, making a dent. "Fucking hell...If his body wasn't found, he might still be alive. Shit. This could be the death of me. He'll know it was me who sent those men after him. I'm one of the only people, besides those other four pilots, the other four doctors, and those women that know where he lives at the moment. He'll know it was me who tried to kill him. Then, he'll come after me. That mother fucker just won't die. Unless, of course, he's already dead, and those other four pilots took his body somewhere. I hope that's the case. I don't want to deal with that bastard anymore..."
Another knock.
"What the fuck is it?!"
The door opened.
"Oh, it's you, Doctor G."
"Indeed," Doctor G nodded. "Having problems with your pilot?"
"Yes. At the moment, I don't know if he's alive or dead."
"You want him dead?"
"Of course I want him dead. He's a threat now."
"He's alive."
"Shit."
"Alive, but not kicking." Doctor J raised his eyebrows in intrest.
"Oh?"
"He's currently in a hospital. Strapped into machines to keep him alive. His condition is close to critical. They'd need a miracle for him to last through the week."
"You're serious?!"
"As serious as an exicutioner before chopping off someone's head."
"Interesting comparison, but it gets the point across."
"So, Doctor J, your pilot will die. Just give it time. When he's gone, I'll pay you yet another visit, giving you the information. That is, if you request such."
"Definitely. Pay a visit as soon as it happens and tell me the news."
"Alright." Doctor G nodded, turned, and left. Doctor J sat down in his chair and sighed.
"Heero...You will die. I don't care what I have to do, but if you survive, I'll either go crazy or kill you myself. I look foreward to the latter."
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Duo was slumped on a couch in the waiting room, staring at a clock. It read 1:07 in the morning. He sighed, yawning. Wufei leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"You know, if you stare at the clock, time will go slower koi," he whispered. Duo groaned in protest.
"I hate waiting," he complained, sinking further into the cushions. He was holding an empty mug, that of which had been holding coffee earlier. Wufei was about to finish his.
With lack of anything else to do, the God of Death began making a wooden pencil flip across the small table in front of them. He then rolled it down the cascading stack of magazines. It fell to the floor. Duo sighed and slumped back again.
"I know you're bored Duo. Please, try to do something. Read a magazine, even. I have actually considered on going to see how Trowa was doing."
"He's probably asleep," Duo said through a yawn. His eyes fell halfway. Wufei wrapped his arms around the braided boy and pulled him close.
"You a pillow now Wu?" he asked, laying his head on Wufei's chest and closing his eyes.
"If you want."
"Thanks love. You're the greatest."
"I'll wake you up if anything happens."
"Hai," Duo smiled and yawned again. He curled up close and fell asleep. Wufei lightly rubbed his back, glancing around the room.
There was two kids, a boy and a girl, around the age of six, lying all over each other in a chair, sleeping deeply. They resembled each other, leading Wufei to believe they were siblings. There was a woman sitting in the chair next to them, probably mother or aunt. She was reading a magazine that had a picture of George Clooney on the from of it. Entertainment magazine, he expected.
On the other side of the room, there was a nurse talking to an elderly woman. The woman seemed worried as she listened intently to everything the nurse told her. A moment passed with a hand hovering over the woman's mouth, her eyes wide, until a look of relief swept over her face. She nodded to the nurse and sat back in her chair, the nurse walking towards some rooms down the hall.
Near him, there was a young man pacing back and fourth, wringing his hands nervously, biting his lip. Earlier, he had come in with a girl who seemed to be pregnant. Father-to-be... A tense moment, Wufei had heard. He would occasionally sit down and flip through a magazine, but it wouldn't be for long, until he stood back up and paced some more.
A doctor walked into the waiting room, going over to a man and woman, who were married from Wufei's earlier observations. They both stood up, clutching hands tightly until their knuckles began to turn white, and listened as the doctor began explaining things. A moment later, the woman put a hand to her mouth, turned, and began crying into the man's chest. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back, trying to comfort her. He said something to the doctor, who then turned and left, and leaned his head on hers, closing his eyes and whispering to her. He sat back down, still holding her, trying to stay calm, as the woman continued to cry. They had been there longer than he had, so Wufei had no clue what it was about... It was obviously horrible, and he felt sorry for them. He was sure his reaction wouldn't be a pretty one if a doctor came up to him and informed him that Heero was dead.
Duo shifted in his arms, sliding down a little. The position was very strange to people who had no clue they were together. Wufei had his arms cradled around Duo's mid-back. It had been his waist, but the boy had slid down. Duo's arms were around his waist and his head was now on his thigh. Wufei smiled. They got a few looks, but they were ignored. Some people in the room didn't care... They thought Duo was a girl.
Time continued to pass. The front doors opened, and Quatre ran in, followed by Sarah. Wufei glanced over and was about to motion to him, but Quatre had seen him and ran over.
"How's Heero?" he asked quickly.
"Ssh!" Wufei hushed him, motioning down to Duo, who twitched slightly, but stayed asleep. Quatre fell quieter immediately.
"Is Heero alive?"
"Last time I checked, yes," Wufei nodded. "His vitals are close to critical, and he's strapped to machines to keep him living..."
"Where's Trowa?"
"He hasn't left Heero's bedside this whole time."
Sarah sat down in a chair and Quatre kneeled down next to the couch to further talk to Wufei.
"What exactly happened? I saw the house..."
"Well, then you'll be able to tell we were attacked."
"Yes, I figured, and you did say that much. What happened though?"
"I'm not sure. Duo and I were hidden. If you have to ask someone, ask Trowa. He saw everything."
"You guys been here long?"
"Slightly. Duo was wiped out, as you can tell. I don't know about Trowa, but he might be asleep too. I've had three cups of coffee, so I'm fine right now."
Quatre stood up and sighed.
"Sarah, stay out here," he muttered. "I'm going to go to the room and see Trowa."
"It's room number 109," Wufei told him.
"Alright." He walked off.
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The hospital room door opened slowly, and Quatre snuck in. Glancing around, he saw what Wufei had said. Heero strapped to machines to keep him alive, and Trowa was on the floor, head on the bed beside Heero, and he was sleeping. There was a cup of coffee on the bedside table that was left untouched. He went over, sat down in a chair, and touched Trowa's shoulder lightly. The other boy jumped, rose his head, and looked at him.
"Oh, Quatre, you're here."
"Of course. I came as soon as I got the note. Trowa, I have a question."
"Oh?"
"What happened exactly? I know you were attacked, but what happened?"
"These men came in with guns...Heero began to fight with them. He was killing them, but then he got shot. It was only in the shoulder. Then, this guy pulled out a machine gun and fired at him. He rolled across the floor to dodge. One guy, from the impact of Heero's bullet, flew backwards, slammed into the tv, and both him and the tv fell to the ground. The tv exploded...When it was over, Heero realized that he got three more bullet wounds, and now we're here."
"I'm sorry Trowa..."
"Wha?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I know how you feel about Heero. I know how much this must be hurting you. If anything happens...if he does die...I just want you to know that I'll be there for you. I promise."
"Quatre...Thank you..."
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"I hope Heero will be alright."
Wufei looked over at Sarah.
"Why do you say that? You don't even know him."
"It's just that, from what Quatre has told me, the five of you have been extremely close for a long time. Heero must mean a lot to all of you, and from what I've met of him, he seems like a nice person, so I hope he'll be alright."
"So you're putting pity on us because of what you've 'figured' about us all?"
"No...I don't mean that..."
"I'm sorry..." Wufei sighed, realizing what he just said. "I'm just real stressed and it's real early. Forget that we ever had that arguement."
"It's alright. I understand. I've been stuck in hospitals real early in the morning because someone was in almost the same condition that Heero's in. I know what it's like. You haven't a need to apoligize."
Wufei said nothing. He turned his head and looked the opposite direction. There was a draft that sent a cold chill up his spine, but luckily, he had Duo keeping him warm. He glanced down at him, wondering if he was alright.
"Sarah...Could you go get a blanket?"
"You still cold, even though you're covered by him?"
"I'm fine, but I think Duo should have one. He looks cold."
"Alright." She stood up and went over to the reception desk. Back over on the couch, Wufei slid down until he was lying completely on the couch, but he was still holding Duo, who was now on top of him. The top of Duo's head was now right under Wufei's chin, and Wufei moved his head to the side. His cheek was now on Duo's head, he could feel his silky, brown hair under his skin. Sarah came back over a moment later and draped the blanket over Duo.
"How's that?"
"That'll do," Wufei said quietly.
"Comfortable?" she asked.
"Hai," he muttered, yawning. A moment later, his eyes flickered shut, and his breathing matched Duo's, which was calm. They were both asleep now. Sarah smiled, watched them for a moment, and sat back down in the chair. She never noticed the figure in the background that was contently watching the three of them...
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"Quatre, what about the house? What are we going to do about it?" Trowa asked.
"As long as Heero lives, I don't give a flying fuck about the house. I'll get someone to fix it back up, AFTER this hospital business is over. Besides, a have a few more..."
"How do you get so many houses, exactly?"
"Well, my father actually. He got rich in his job. The house we live in now belonged to my oldest sister, and there's another one that used to belong to the twins that are five years older than me."
"Where'd those two girls get to?"
"They moved somewhere out in space, so they let me have their house. Not all of them are origingally mine. My sisters, since I'm the only boy, try to spoil me rotten and give me everything they don't want much anymore."
"Spoil you rotten?" Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"Hai. They do it more as I get older, as they realize it doesn't work too well... It's gets extremely irritating at times."
"At least you have an annoying family..." Trowa sighed.
"Trowa...did you forget? You do have a family. We practically are your family, or must I remind you again?"
"No, that's okay. But Quatre...?"
"Hmm?"
"If you guys are my family, does that mean mine and Heero's relationship is insest?" Quatre hit his shoulder lightly.
"Of course not! You know what I mean!"
"I know. Just joking with you."
"Obviously..." Quatre stood once more.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the others. I was just wanting to check on you, and see how Heero was faring. I'll be back later with some coffee or tea, how's that sound?"
"Great. Thank you."
"Sure." He left, leaving Trowa alone with Heero once more. The boy stood up, getting off the cold, tile floor and sat on the edge of the bed, taking Heero's hand again. He sighed.
"Please come back to me Heero...I need you."
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It had been a good amount of time... The clock now read 3:57 am. Wufei and Duo were still fast asleep on the couch, Sarah had drifted to sleep in her chair about thirty minutes earlier, and Quatre was still awake, but he was slipping slightly himself. He wondered if Heero's condition had changed any...
Right after thinking that, he heard rushed footsteps heading his way. Glacing up slowly, he saw Trowa running over. He stood up immediately.
"Trowa? What is it?!" he asked as Trowa came up.
"Quatre, come with me..." he panted. "There's something you have to see..."
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Ceari: Well... *sighs* Chapter 6. Wow, this story's getting long. ^_^ Makes me proud. People like me!!!
Heero: -_- Shut up. They do not.
Ceari: *pouts*
Duo: *grins* Love the story, though!
Ceari: *perks up* See?! Duo likes it! n.n
Duo: -
Ceari: O_O
Duo: ^_______^
Wufei: Oh god.....a face contest.....
Quatre: A what?
Trowa: Ceari and Duo have a contest as to who can make the most faces. Whoever makes the last one wins.
Quatre: This could last a while...
Wufei: Actually, it's shorter than you think.
Ceari: -_-
Duo: M_M
Ceari: L_L
Duo: C_C
Ceari: Um........ ;_;
Duo: Fine then! Time to bring out the emos!!!! ///_-
Trowa: ...
Ceari: Alright, have it your way. VV_-
Heero: Grrrr....
Duo: -_-,
Wufei: *blinku blinku* Well...I have an emo...
Ceari: VV_x
Duo: ///_:
Trowa: I'm...an alien?
Heero: *eye twitch*
Ceari: VV_@
Duo: ///_^
Heero: *pulls out gun and aims it at them* ENOUGH ALREADY DAMMIT!
Ceari: Eep! *hides behind Trowa* Help me!
Trowa: *steps to the side* Nope.
Duo: *laughs*
Ceari: Well... There's the lovely chapter 6. I do apoligize for the squabbling. Me and the G-boys do it all the time! *shrugs* I'm used to it.
Quatre: *pulls a random mallet out of nowhere and beings smacking Ceari over the head with it* How could you put ANOTHER cliffhanger?!?!?! It's not fair!!!! *pounds harder*
Ceari: *falls to the floor with swirly eyes and bumps on her head* Orooooo....
Heero: Honestly. *crosses arms* Am I dead or what?
Trowa: That's what I wanna know.
Wufei: Now now, you know the authoress cannot give away the plot.
Ceari: Exactly... *stands up, still disoriented*
Quatre: But WHY a cliffhanger????
Ceari: Two reasons. One, I always need a place to cut the chapter off and have a good place to begin the next chapter. Two, it keeps readers interested, they review, hopefully saying they want more, and I deliver. It helps let me know whether people are still interested or not.
Trowa: *sigh* She has a point...
Heero: Yeah, I guess she does.
Ceari: And now! something to leave all you reviewers with!!
Wufei: Oh lord...
Ceari: *holds up a picture* HEERO YUY IN A BANANA SUIT!!! ^_^
Heero: *snarls* Omae o korosu Ceari! *starts running after her*
Ceari: AHHH!! *puts the picture in her pocket and runs turbo speed*
Heero: Give me the fucking picture, dammit!!
Duo: *snickers* Hee-chan...Language.
Heero: Maxwell!!!!!! Don't call me that!
Duo: Eep! Trowa, calm your lover-boy down!
Trowa: *sighs, goes over to Heero and wraps his arms around his waist, kisses him sensually on the neck* Calm down Heero...
Heero: *eases*
Ceari: Phew. Thank you Trowa Barton. Anyhoozles, please review to the chappie. I'll start working on chapter 7 as soon as I can, which will probably be a span of tomorrow... And I'll upload as soon as I'm satisfied. Until then, ja bye bye!!! ^_^
~~~A few minutes later~~~
Duo: Does this mean I won the face contest? I did make the last one...
Ceari: Duo, this is supposed to have ended already.
Duo: I know, but I won, didn't I?!
Ceari: No.
Duo: *pout* Why not? I made the last face!
Ceari: But that's only because Heero threatened to put bullets though our skull. That doesn't count.
Duo: But...but...
Ceari: Ih, go have hot wild naked monkey sex with Wufei.
Duo: *brightens up* Okay!! *runs off*
Ceari: *rolls eyes* Sorry about that, readers... *walks off*
