If We Had Wings
(The Story Of Five
Individuals)
AC 196
"Trowa?"
"Yeah?"
Trowa replied to his sister as she walked into his
tent. He put down his guitar and then grabbed his clown mask.
"What were you playing?"
"Just this song I've been writing for a while."
"One I haven't heard yet?"
Trowa nodded in reply.
"Wow, so how many do you have so far? Seven."
"I suppose so."
"That's great Trowa, I'm really proud."
*
Quatre sat in the audience waiting for the circus to
commence. He needed to take his mind off things, and what better way than the
circus?
He got up to get some popcorn off a walking vender
when he noticed a guy watching him. He was probably around the same age as him;
he had short (but long enough to put in a small ponytail) sleek black hair, and
dark drown eyes. The boy was watching him so intently that it sent a shiver up
and back down his spine. He grabbed his popcorn becoming more and more nervous.
Sitting back down he kept glancing backwards towards
the boy throughout the show, and throughout the show the boy never took his
eyes of him.
What a way to relax.
*
Wu Fei kept a close eye Quatre Raberba Winner
throughout the entire show. His enemy was in view now, and now he would attack.
After the attack on the clan Wu Fei had woken up in
a hospital. They had treated him with shock; only the weak end up in the
hospital. That made Wu Fei even angrier. He had spent the last few months
killing every member of the relatively small Tiger Clan.
That wasn't enough for him though. It seemed that Wu
Fei had just snapped. His hatred and a sudden undying search for justice blew
out of proportion.
Justice. Where was it? What was it? What was it to
him… or Nataku?
The Winner family had helped the Tiger Clan out by
letting them use one of their natural resource satellites back when they were
all in space. So now he had to kill the Winner family, and he would start with
the weakest and then kill his father.
Even if he were insane, he would never kill a woman.
He had his enemy in view…
*
Trowa had gone straight to his tent after the show,
where he took a shower and then went back to his guitar playing.
He was writing the music about his past, or lack
there of it anyway.
He was writing about being the military, being
abandoned by them. Knowing Mandy and then loosing her, running away to the
troupe and meeting Katherine. He was writing about never knowing his parents or
his real name. The words were all in his head, and the music just came out when
he picked up the guitar.
It was a talent all right, one that he wanted to
use.
*
Freaked out of his mind from the boy that had been
staring at him, Quatre had decided to walk the opposite direction of the crowd.
Maybe the kid was just staring for fun, and if not maybe he'll think he
followed the crowd.
After a couple of minutes walking all by himself he
came to the back of the main tent where the troupes tents and where all the
animals could be found.
"You have no sense of justice," a low voice said
behind Quatre.
"Wha-"
Quatre turned around to see the boy standing in
front of him holding out his sword.
"Holy shit!"
Quatre then turned back around and started to run
towards the tents.
*
Trowa heard someone screaming and went outside of
his tent, there was a blond boy being chased by a Chinese boy. The Chinese boy
had a Chinese sword of some sort, and looked like he meant to kill.
Taking immediate action without another thought
Trowa flipped into the air as they ran by and jumped kicked the Chinese boy on
the side of his neck.
His neck didn't snap, but he was pushed off balance
and fell to the ground dropping his sword about a meter away from him.
Trowa landed on top of the katana. Quatre looked
behind himself and saw the clown from the circus standing on the katana and the
other boy sprawled on the ground beside him. A sigh of relief came to his face
and then he collapsed.
*
Quatre woke up slowly and became aware of his
surroundings. He was in a bed; he could hear lions outside… lions?
Opening his eyes he saw the man with the gravity
defying bangs and green eyes, he was wearing blue jeans and a green sweater. He
making coffee or something, to the left of him was another familiar face tied
to a chair. The Chinese boy from last night that had tried to kill him, he was
unconscious and his neck was swollen up on the left side.
"Did you kill him?" Quatre asked groggily.
"No," Trowa answered in a calm and cool fashion.
"His neck looks like it's broken."
"I checked. It's only bruised from what I know."
He picked up a mug of coffee and walked over to
Quatre was and offered him the mug, sitting up Quatre took the warm mug into
his hands and realized how cold they were.
"How are you feeling?" Trowa asked after a couple of
minutes.
"I'm fine I guess, just a bit shaky. My name's
Quatre by the way. I'm a bit more concerned about him though, did you call the
police or anything?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I didn't see any reason."
"He tried to kill me, isn't that reason enough?"
"There's something about him…"
"That just screams homicidal maniac."
Trowa glanced at Quatre for a second and their eyes
met. Quatre held his breath as the green eyes pierced his in such a way; it was
like a spark was lit.
When Trowa looked away it was because he heard a
groan come from Wu Fei, Quatres' would be dispatcher was awake.
"What in the…"
Wu Feis' eyes jerked open and he looked at the two
boys sitting on the bed, he also noticed that he was tied to a chair.
"What is this!? Untie me now!"
Wu Fei began to struggle with the ropes as Quatre
and Trowa looked on.
"We're not untying you just so you can try and kill
me again."
Wu Fei paused from his struggling and looked right
at Quatre with a stare that could kill.
"Weather or not you let me go, I will kill you
weakling!"
"No you won't Wu Fei."
Quatre looked at Trowa in shock.
"You two know each other!?"
"As a matter of fact we do," Trowa said taking a sip
of his coffee. "We went to school together for a year."
"You don't know me well enough to know who I will
and won't kill Bloom!" Wu Fei said almost leaping out of the chair; only the
ropes held him back.
"You said you could never hurt a weakling or women
to me once."
Wu Fei paused for a second the memories coming back
to him. Most of his memories were shrouded in Nataku's death. Revenge alone
consumed mind.
"I will if it's for justice."
"Where's the justice in killing this weakling boy
who you've never met before?"
Trowa was probably talking now more than he ever was
before, but he was going to save both these boys if it was the last thing he
did.
"His family helped the Tiger Clan… a hated enemy of
my Clan. One night they showed up and massacred everyone with mobile suits. We
had nothing. Everyone died! Where's the justice in that!?"
"There is none."
Quatre's eyes kept switching back and forth between
the two of them. Quatre knew absolutely nothing about Chinese Clans and what
not. He just wanted this to be over with.
"Listen Wu Fei."
Wu Fei jerked his head in Quatre's direction; Quatre
almost fell off the bed.
"What?" Wu Fei hissed out.
"I don't know who or what the Tiger Clan is, but I
can assure you that I've never helped them in my life."
"Can your father do the same? He helped them by
letting them use you natural resource satellites, had he left them to die my
clan would be alive, Nataku would be alive."
"Where's the justice in that?" Trowa asked.
"Wait a sec! I'm not my father, nor do I want to be,
and when this happened I might have not even been born!"
"I decide what justice is! Justice is you dying for
your fathers mistakes and for Tiger Clan!"
"Trowa, phone the police."
"Weaklings!"
"Look guy, you need help. Psychiatric maybe even,
and you should get it before you try and kill someone else," Quatre said
standing up and walking over to him.
"I will not forget this Quatre
Raberba Winner."
TO BE CONTINUED…
(The first bit of real violence
in my Fic, not the last. *Sigh* The Fic has a long way to go from here, but I'm
willing to write it as long as you guys read it *and remember, comments help
the author!*. Besides, Banky's always willing to help me *Banky: NO I AM NOT! I
HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HA-* *Whacks Banky with a frying pan*, along with Aoi
who types it all up on his trusty laptop as he hacks into the U.N. Ah… my
friends are so great *Banky: Fuuc… ki… ng…. biii… tch… hhh…*. Hahaha… what a silly
boy… Hahahaha. K, cao!)
