The Meaning of Beautiful
By: Gypsy Tollamer
Gypsy: Sorry it's been so long guys! I've been trying to graduate but I do get to this Friday! Woo hoo! This fic has been number one the whole time and I've been struggling on how to write it. I love it so much and I have so many ideas but I can't seem to write em the way I think em up! Oh well! This is what Chapter 17? That means there's only 3 more left after this one... Be patient. I'm working as fast as I can!
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One week had passed. It was certainly a less stressful one. Quatre had gone to therapy on a daily basis and Dr. Kushrenada had started him on a new medication. It seemed to work pretty well. Dorothy showed up less often and Quatre had gained 3 pounds. It was Saturday morning. Quatre woke up early and ran to the shower. He wanted to look really nice. He'd gotten a letter from Trowa saying he was coming to visit him. He couldn't wait but before Trowa he had to go to therapy. Quatre stepped into the steamy water and began to pick up the soap when he noticed something. There was a sudden chill in the air and he couldn't help but be a little nervous. There was a flash of light and a blinding pain. Quatre looked down to see a newly made scratch in his arm. Blood mixed with the water and went down the drain. Quatre hissed and looked around. He didn't see Dorothy. Then he noticed that was blood underneath his fingernails on his right hand. His left hand was bleeding not the right one. He looked up and saw his reflection in the shower head. The pale skin, the peircing blue eyes........ Quatre took a step back and slipped falling down. He was Dorothy...... There was no other possibility. Quatre shook his head and stood up. It wasn't so cold. He picked up the shampoo and washed his hair in a hurry, he had to talk to Treize but not with a greasy head of hair.
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As soon as he finished his breakfast he ran to the Doctor's office. His mind was full of questions and voices. Ones he knew, some he didn't. Confusing screams and muffled murmurs. He knocked and pushed the doctor's door open. He gasped when he saw Dr. treize pressing Nurse Une against the desk.
"Quatre!" Treize yelled dropping Nurse Une so she hit the desk with a thump.
"I'm sorry." he said quickly. "I'll go."
"No wait." Une said picking up her nurse's cap and walking toward Quatre. "You don't look so well."
"I need to talk." he said.
"Of course." she said. "Treize I'll see you at lunch."
"Will do Lady." he said. Nurse Une rushed out the door and closed it while a blish formed up in her cheeks.
"Lady?" Quatre asked.
"We all have first names Quatre." Treize said.
"Her parents named her Lady?" he asked.
'Well, Why did yours name you a number?" he asked.
"I'm the fourth child." he said.
"Sit down." Treize said. Quatre sat in the comfortable arm chair. "What's wrong?"
"I'm hearing voices." he said.
"Voices?" Treize asked. "What kind?"
'All kinds. Men and women, children and adults, screams and whispers. I can't think straight!" he said.
"Calm down. When did this start?" Treize asked.
Quatre ignored Treize's question and continued.
"I got a new scratch this morning and I was awake when I did it." he said.
"Awake?" treize asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I was in the shower there was this bright light and I was bleeding. The main thing was that there was blood under the fingernails on my other hand." he said. "I think I did it."
"You do?" he asked.
'I saw Dorothy in my reflection!" Quatre blurted out.
Treize stared and took a deep breath.
"I think we have to come to terms with your condition Quatre." he said.
"Condition? You mean you know what's wrong?" he asked.
Treize sat in the arm chair next to Quatre.
"I think you suffer from Dissociative Idenity Disorder." he said.
'What's that?" Quatre asked.
"It's a psychological disorder previously known as Multiple Personality Disorder." he said.
Quatre stared into the wall thinking.
"There's medication and theraputic treatment and you can be cured." Treize said.
"Then let's do this." Quatre said. "I want to be normal. Make me a normal person."
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Trowa sat in a chair in the rec room. Catherine was sitting in the floor with Iris painting each other nails. Duo and Heero were sitting on the couch straing at each other.
"I think I'm gonna barf." he thought.
Suddenly Quatre came into the rec room.
Trowa stood up and Quatre walked over to him.
'Can we go some where private and talk?" he asked quietly.
'Sure." Trowa said as Quatre lead him into the courtyard.
They sat on a bench and Quatre sighed.
'I wish there were more places here where we could go outside here." Quatre said. 'I like fresh air."
'Me too." Trowa said. He pulled a box of chocolates from behind his back. "I bought you these."
"Thanks." Quatre said. "I'm starved do you mind if I have some now?"
"No not at all." he said.
Quatre opened up the box of Russel Stovers and lifted the lid.
'What to have?" he asked before opping one in his mouth. "Want one?"
Trowa stood one and smiled.
"Did you get the snow globe?" he asked.
"Yes, thankyou. I think it's the most beautiful present I ever have received besides these chocolates." he said.
Trowa laughed lightly and the breeze blew a hair into Quatre's face. Trowa pushed it behind his delicate ear. Quatre then leaned foward captured trowa mouth with his own. After a few minutes of bliss Trowa and Quatre pulled away gently.
"Wow." Trowa said.
"That was definately the best thing I've ever gotten." Quatre said.
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End of Chapter 17
Gypsy: I DID IT!
By: Gypsy Tollamer
Gypsy: Sorry it's been so long guys! I've been trying to graduate but I do get to this Friday! Woo hoo! This fic has been number one the whole time and I've been struggling on how to write it. I love it so much and I have so many ideas but I can't seem to write em the way I think em up! Oh well! This is what Chapter 17? That means there's only 3 more left after this one... Be patient. I'm working as fast as I can!
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One week had passed. It was certainly a less stressful one. Quatre had gone to therapy on a daily basis and Dr. Kushrenada had started him on a new medication. It seemed to work pretty well. Dorothy showed up less often and Quatre had gained 3 pounds. It was Saturday morning. Quatre woke up early and ran to the shower. He wanted to look really nice. He'd gotten a letter from Trowa saying he was coming to visit him. He couldn't wait but before Trowa he had to go to therapy. Quatre stepped into the steamy water and began to pick up the soap when he noticed something. There was a sudden chill in the air and he couldn't help but be a little nervous. There was a flash of light and a blinding pain. Quatre looked down to see a newly made scratch in his arm. Blood mixed with the water and went down the drain. Quatre hissed and looked around. He didn't see Dorothy. Then he noticed that was blood underneath his fingernails on his right hand. His left hand was bleeding not the right one. He looked up and saw his reflection in the shower head. The pale skin, the peircing blue eyes........ Quatre took a step back and slipped falling down. He was Dorothy...... There was no other possibility. Quatre shook his head and stood up. It wasn't so cold. He picked up the shampoo and washed his hair in a hurry, he had to talk to Treize but not with a greasy head of hair.
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As soon as he finished his breakfast he ran to the Doctor's office. His mind was full of questions and voices. Ones he knew, some he didn't. Confusing screams and muffled murmurs. He knocked and pushed the doctor's door open. He gasped when he saw Dr. treize pressing Nurse Une against the desk.
"Quatre!" Treize yelled dropping Nurse Une so she hit the desk with a thump.
"I'm sorry." he said quickly. "I'll go."
"No wait." Une said picking up her nurse's cap and walking toward Quatre. "You don't look so well."
"I need to talk." he said.
"Of course." she said. "Treize I'll see you at lunch."
"Will do Lady." he said. Nurse Une rushed out the door and closed it while a blish formed up in her cheeks.
"Lady?" Quatre asked.
"We all have first names Quatre." Treize said.
"Her parents named her Lady?" he asked.
'Well, Why did yours name you a number?" he asked.
"I'm the fourth child." he said.
"Sit down." Treize said. Quatre sat in the comfortable arm chair. "What's wrong?"
"I'm hearing voices." he said.
"Voices?" Treize asked. "What kind?"
'All kinds. Men and women, children and adults, screams and whispers. I can't think straight!" he said.
"Calm down. When did this start?" Treize asked.
Quatre ignored Treize's question and continued.
"I got a new scratch this morning and I was awake when I did it." he said.
"Awake?" treize asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I was in the shower there was this bright light and I was bleeding. The main thing was that there was blood under the fingernails on my other hand." he said. "I think I did it."
"You do?" he asked.
'I saw Dorothy in my reflection!" Quatre blurted out.
Treize stared and took a deep breath.
"I think we have to come to terms with your condition Quatre." he said.
"Condition? You mean you know what's wrong?" he asked.
Treize sat in the arm chair next to Quatre.
"I think you suffer from Dissociative Idenity Disorder." he said.
'What's that?" Quatre asked.
"It's a psychological disorder previously known as Multiple Personality Disorder." he said.
Quatre stared into the wall thinking.
"There's medication and theraputic treatment and you can be cured." Treize said.
"Then let's do this." Quatre said. "I want to be normal. Make me a normal person."
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Trowa sat in a chair in the rec room. Catherine was sitting in the floor with Iris painting each other nails. Duo and Heero were sitting on the couch straing at each other.
"I think I'm gonna barf." he thought.
Suddenly Quatre came into the rec room.
Trowa stood up and Quatre walked over to him.
'Can we go some where private and talk?" he asked quietly.
'Sure." Trowa said as Quatre lead him into the courtyard.
They sat on a bench and Quatre sighed.
'I wish there were more places here where we could go outside here." Quatre said. 'I like fresh air."
'Me too." Trowa said. He pulled a box of chocolates from behind his back. "I bought you these."
"Thanks." Quatre said. "I'm starved do you mind if I have some now?"
"No not at all." he said.
Quatre opened up the box of Russel Stovers and lifted the lid.
'What to have?" he asked before opping one in his mouth. "Want one?"
Trowa stood one and smiled.
"Did you get the snow globe?" he asked.
"Yes, thankyou. I think it's the most beautiful present I ever have received besides these chocolates." he said.
Trowa laughed lightly and the breeze blew a hair into Quatre's face. Trowa pushed it behind his delicate ear. Quatre then leaned foward captured trowa mouth with his own. After a few minutes of bliss Trowa and Quatre pulled away gently.
"Wow." Trowa said.
"That was definately the best thing I've ever gotten." Quatre said.
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End of Chapter 17
Gypsy: I DID IT!