If We Had Wings
(The Story Of Five
Individuals)
AC 195
Trowa Bloom was leaving the institution where Mandy
was; he always visited her when he was in the area with the troupe.
After Kelley had fallen off the table and broken her
neck, things went all wrong. Mandy couldn't take all the stress, seeing all her
friends and family butcher in front of her eyes came back when she saw Kelley
fall, she completely lost it, and after a couple months, Mandy was in an
institution.
He didn't like being alone anymore, so at the age of
nine Trowa ran away and did what any other kid would do: joined the circus. As
a name for himself, he used the name of one of the pilots back in his military
life. Trowa.
There he met Katherine Bloom. She took him under her
wing and inevitably he took her last name. On his tenth birthday he got his
name legally changed as Trowa Bloom.
All in all he had a happy life, he went to school
and on summers he worked on the troupe. And he had finally gotten the guitar
him and Mandy were going to get, and he practiced every night. It was just a
pity that he played alone.
"How'd it go Trowa?"
Katherine asked as the two got into a taxi and began
their journey back to the fair grounds where they had been for the past week.
"She'd gotten better…"
"Well that's good news."
"Once again she's forgotten everything."
"Oh."
Katherine had been taking him to see Mandy for the
past while, two years ago she also forgot everything like she used to do as a
child, then it all came back and she cracked again. It's an inevitable cycle it
seems.
"You know Trowa. You should write a song for her on
your guitar."
"?"
"I mean, I hear you play all the time and you so
good at it-"
"Maybe."
*
Wu Fei sat on a rock with his head lowered. He was
holding a staff with both his hands and it for support, so he didn't tumble
over and off the rock. And it rained down on him, as if the world was crying
with him.
"Nataku…"
He wasn't too sure what to think, his clan, his
family and friends. They were probably all dead, and he had done nothing. But
he witnessed the end…
"Wu Fei… you're back…"
He held Meiran in his arms. They were in a field of
flowers much like the one he remembered from when he was only eight years old,
he had firsts met Meiran then, or should he say he firsts met Nataku then?
They were all gathered here about to evacuate, the
elders stood under a tree and talked to them. That was the difference here.
There was no tree.
"Meiran, I-"
"Call me Nataku."
"What happened here?"
Meiran cringed in pain for a second, and then she
redeemed her angel like face.
"We were ambushed by the Tiger clan."
"The Tiger clan!?"
"There was no justice in it Wu Fei, we were unarmed.
They had-"
She clutched to her side where a wound had cut so
far into her stomach that she'd be dead in seconds. Blood and guts were beside
her, he couldn't imagine how much pain she was going through. She was so
strong…
"Nataku…"
She put her bloody finger on his mouth to keep him
from talking.
"I wish I could have told you how I felt…"
Then slowly her arm slid back lifelessly by her
side, and she was dead.
"No…"
He shook his head and hugged her close to him.
"YOU CANNOT DIE NATAKU!"
He then buried his head into her chest and that's
when the rain began, washing her blood onto the white flowers making them an
almost evil colour of red.
That had been only yesterday. He had buried them
all, and now he found himself sitting on a rock.
"Why did I have to go!? Was school so much more
important than my loved ones? There is no justice in this world…"
Suddenly he could feel consciousness slipping, he
dropped the staff and then slowly slumped and fell off of the rock and into a
puddle.
*
Quatre sat in his room playing a bit of Mozart on
his violin. He loved just sitting up there and playing, music was his only
passion.
A servant suddenly opened the door and walked in.
"Master Quatre, supper is ready."
"Knock before you come in next time," Quatre sneered
at him.
"Yes, sorry master Quatre."
"Tell my father, or whoever cares, that I'll come
when I'm ready."
"Mas-"
"Tell them and leave me alone."
The servant then closed the door leaving Quatre to
himself. He put his violin down and then sat on the side of his bed and held
his head in his hands.
"What's wrong with me? I don't even know why I'm alive…"
Downstairs Iria and her father were talking over a
meal.
"He's just getting worse father, you should tell him
the truth about his birth."
Iria finally said after the servant had told all
thirty of them the news.
"What? That he was naturally born and as a cause his
mother died?"
"Father…"
"You're all my children, I love you all equally.
What does it matter how you were born?"
From around the corner Quatres' eyes widened in
surprise and he quickly turned around and ran to his room, had he just heard
correctly?
"He was naturally born."
Quatre got to his room and then closed and locked
his door. His put his back against it and began to slide down. He was finally
sitting again.
"I wasn't a test-tube baby?"
He shook his head not believing it.
"I wasn't a test-tube baby?"
"And as a cause his mother died."
"Oh father…"
So many things started to meld together in his head.
"I'm so sorry father, I've been such a bastard. And
for no good reason!"
Quatre then got up, he knew he had to apologize, and
he really had to smarten up. He was being such a snob all these years.
"Father…"
He then opened his door and walked outside, he had
to confront him someday now didn't he?
*
"Heero?"
Duo Maxwell walked down the aisle of the church
looking for his friend, ever since the mysterious kid had shown up here seven
years ago they had liked each other, like an immediate connection, stronger
than any of the other kids he had met, however, only Duo showed it though,
Heero was definitely the reserved type.
"Hee-"
Suddenly Duo was jerked by his collar behind the
altar at the front of the church. The force of the pull sent him falling
backwards onto his ass.
Turning to his right he saw Heero crouching making
some sort knife.
"Oi! Heero you scared me… oi, what are you making?"
"Why were you looking for me?"
Heero said avoiding the question, Duo knew better
than to ask again (the last time it resulted in a fight, which resulted him in
loosing. Of course, Duo stands by the fact that he let Heero win.).
"Father Maxwell needs you out back, he's taking down
the Christmas decorations and wants everyone to help."
Heero nodded his head and put his wooden knife in
his pant pocket.
"Hn."
The two boys got up both wearing identical priest
outfits. In all the seven years that the two had known each other, they had
never successfully been adopted. They were always too troublesome apparently.
Especially Heero. "He was a vile little one", as
most parents would say. Heero had a past that nobody knew, nobody knew and Duo
expected to find out. His plan was too get him very drunk one day, and presto,
all secrets revealed!
Duo grabbed his Disc-Man from his pocket and out his
headphones on; he then started to sing along to it as the two were helping with
the decoration.
"No way to reach my inner self esteem is low, how
deep can I go? I can't see through this cloud that-"
"Duo," Heero said hostilely.
"Sorry Heero, I just love these guys."
Duo took his headphones off and stopped the CD.
"One of these days I'm going to get my own band
started up, I'll call it 'The Duo Maxwell Band'. I'll be the lead singer and
maybe lead guitarist too, then I'll be touring with such great acts like Karma
Sutre and-"
"Duo," Heero said with even more hostility,
sometimes Duo just got so carried away in talking that Heero just wanted to-
"Are you boys all finished here?"
Father Maxwell asked as Duo took the last of the
lights down.
"Yes we are father Maxwell."
"Great! Then how about we go inside where it's
warm?"
"I totally agree! Let's go Heero."
"Hn."
The two boys and adult went into the Church where
Duo then finished plans of dominated the rock charts with his band.
TO BE CONTINUED…
(I just love writing Duo/Heero scenes. It's the
chemistry man! The chemistry! Ok, I think I have to justify my Quatre up there.
I read one of the before mangas (you know, where they show their pasts and
all?) and the Quatre showed one showed him as a very… rambunctious kid who just
wanted to get out into the world. He was a little snobbish so to say (like, he
wasn't really… but… you know *looks around nervously*. I'm just theorizing what
would happen if that grew and he truly became a little snob, but fear not, it
won't last very long. Ok, all's good in Heaven and Hell. Please give some
comments! They really help!)
If We Had Wings
By: Lady Shinimegami