Twins - III
DC: I don't own Gundam Wing, I do however, own the creation of Mark and Mari.
By Mel
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Trowa woke up first. He had Quatre curled into one arm, cutting off circulation in that arm. The twins were somehow both piled onto his chest, and pressing down. Which would, he supposed, be the reason he couldn't get a deep breath.
He smiled. Well, I guess I'm not going anywhere. He let her eyes drift shut when he felt the twins begin to shift against him, waking up. So, what will they do when they think we're all asleep?
Mari was conscious, and trying to sort out what had happened. She knew that her brother and she had been caught. What she thought after that seemed like a dream. She and Mark had been taken into a great big stone room, and made all clean. Then they had gotten to eat as much as they wanted. Then they had been carried to this nice soft bed! They had been able to sleep, warm and comfortable, all night.
She turned her head over to see her brother still sound asleep. She let go of the dark-haired man's arm slowly. Trowa, she thought, recalling the name from the previous night. She tumbled out of bed, and onto her feet without making a sound, before walking quietly to the door. She slipped out the door and down the hall not knowing that Trowa was awake and aware of her.
Mark's eyes blinked open slowly. He knew his sister had gone back to their sand house near this wonderful place. She was waiting for him He pushed off the bed, trying to make no noise, but not quite succeeding. His foot steps creaked as he crossed the floor to the door and he quietly shut it behind him on his way out.
Trowa darted off the bed, startling Quatre awake. "What is it?" asked the blond boy, standing quickly. "What's wrong?"
"They're gone," Trowa said darting towards the door and down the hall, without really trying to be silent. He followed the boy and girl by pure instinct. He caught a flash of a pint-sized person disappearing around the corner. He followed the boy, stopping only to punch the 'Hide' code out on the machine that connected all the rooms together.
Trowa followed the boy on foot. He followed him out of the house, and off the grounds. He followed him through the city, and into the slums. Trowa was undaunted, he knew they lived in this area.
He walked quietly, but safely through the neighborhood. It was a good thing Quatre hadn't come. Quatre's heart would've wanted to help everyone he saw. The homeless, the drugies, the hookers, the orphans, all of these were very prominent.
Hunger and starvation were slowly eating away at the people here. The cold and heat slowly teasing the children towards sickness. The drug dreams, and nightmares dragging their victims into Hell with them. Trowa had seen it all before, and knew there was no hope. Hope, love kindness, charity, they had all fled as famine, illness, and hallucinations chased them out.
Blood and alcohol stained the cracked and peeling walls. Graffiti was the only art here, layers upon layers of it. The bottom layers dating back to before the colonies probably. Broken glass and plastic littered the streets. Piles of papers weighted by broken TVs, microwaves, and beer bottles, made walls. Dust lay everywhere, most of it glass shards and the remnants of drugs.
Trowa saw the little boy disappear into an old bar. When he approached he saw an old 'condemned' sign underneath that was a yellow sticker, all he could make out was a 'Qu' he guessed it was quarantine.
He looked the place over, circling around it. It was as old and crumbly as the others, but something about it told him that this one was still alive, as opposed to every surrounding building that seemed dead. Quatre would be happy he had found a way to help his children. Trowa turned and hurried home, knowing he'd made the right decision.
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Mark was sure it was safe to go back, Mari not so sure, but they were headed up to the palace anyway. Mark and Mari snuck in just as they had before, past the kitchen servants quietly and into the small dining room. When they discovered that someone was going to be eating in there they hightailed it over to the large dinning room.
They hid there until it was dark and there were no more lights on in the area. Then they moved quietly into the dinning room, where they discovered, the two nice men waiting for them, with a plate of sandwiches and cookies, glasses of milk, and bowls of soup.
"Why don't we," said Quatre cheerfully, "eat, and then we'll take you two for baths again, alright?" He slid the plate of sandwiches and cookies towards them.
Mark weighed the odds. Last time these people had been nice, they were being nice this time too. This Trowa and Quatre. I like the Quatre better, Mark thought. Ok, I guess, Mark continued thinking, that this is ok for us to eat. He scrambled up onto the stool and bit into a sandwich.
His sister, Mari, a little slower, and less trusting, crawled up onto the stool slowly, and bit into a sandwich cautiously. Soon the children were munching quietly away, making every bit of what was laid out disappear. "Bath now?" whispered Mari slowly when all the food was gone.
Trowa nodded, "Yeah," he said. "We'll get you baths now." But, just then, a pair of adults and their children walked in.
The blond looked a little frightened and the man, just looked annoyed. When they saw the pair of children with the couple though, Relena said, "What's all this?"
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Well, will Rel let the pair keep the twins? Or will she demand they give them back?
R&R please!
~Mel
DC: I don't own Gundam Wing, I do however, own the creation of Mark and Mari.
By Mel
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Trowa woke up first. He had Quatre curled into one arm, cutting off circulation in that arm. The twins were somehow both piled onto his chest, and pressing down. Which would, he supposed, be the reason he couldn't get a deep breath.
He smiled. Well, I guess I'm not going anywhere. He let her eyes drift shut when he felt the twins begin to shift against him, waking up. So, what will they do when they think we're all asleep?
Mari was conscious, and trying to sort out what had happened. She knew that her brother and she had been caught. What she thought after that seemed like a dream. She and Mark had been taken into a great big stone room, and made all clean. Then they had gotten to eat as much as they wanted. Then they had been carried to this nice soft bed! They had been able to sleep, warm and comfortable, all night.
She turned her head over to see her brother still sound asleep. She let go of the dark-haired man's arm slowly. Trowa, she thought, recalling the name from the previous night. She tumbled out of bed, and onto her feet without making a sound, before walking quietly to the door. She slipped out the door and down the hall not knowing that Trowa was awake and aware of her.
Mark's eyes blinked open slowly. He knew his sister had gone back to their sand house near this wonderful place. She was waiting for him He pushed off the bed, trying to make no noise, but not quite succeeding. His foot steps creaked as he crossed the floor to the door and he quietly shut it behind him on his way out.
Trowa darted off the bed, startling Quatre awake. "What is it?" asked the blond boy, standing quickly. "What's wrong?"
"They're gone," Trowa said darting towards the door and down the hall, without really trying to be silent. He followed the boy and girl by pure instinct. He caught a flash of a pint-sized person disappearing around the corner. He followed the boy, stopping only to punch the 'Hide' code out on the machine that connected all the rooms together.
Trowa followed the boy on foot. He followed him out of the house, and off the grounds. He followed him through the city, and into the slums. Trowa was undaunted, he knew they lived in this area.
He walked quietly, but safely through the neighborhood. It was a good thing Quatre hadn't come. Quatre's heart would've wanted to help everyone he saw. The homeless, the drugies, the hookers, the orphans, all of these were very prominent.
Hunger and starvation were slowly eating away at the people here. The cold and heat slowly teasing the children towards sickness. The drug dreams, and nightmares dragging their victims into Hell with them. Trowa had seen it all before, and knew there was no hope. Hope, love kindness, charity, they had all fled as famine, illness, and hallucinations chased them out.
Blood and alcohol stained the cracked and peeling walls. Graffiti was the only art here, layers upon layers of it. The bottom layers dating back to before the colonies probably. Broken glass and plastic littered the streets. Piles of papers weighted by broken TVs, microwaves, and beer bottles, made walls. Dust lay everywhere, most of it glass shards and the remnants of drugs.
Trowa saw the little boy disappear into an old bar. When he approached he saw an old 'condemned' sign underneath that was a yellow sticker, all he could make out was a 'Qu' he guessed it was quarantine.
He looked the place over, circling around it. It was as old and crumbly as the others, but something about it told him that this one was still alive, as opposed to every surrounding building that seemed dead. Quatre would be happy he had found a way to help his children. Trowa turned and hurried home, knowing he'd made the right decision.
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Mark was sure it was safe to go back, Mari not so sure, but they were headed up to the palace anyway. Mark and Mari snuck in just as they had before, past the kitchen servants quietly and into the small dining room. When they discovered that someone was going to be eating in there they hightailed it over to the large dinning room.
They hid there until it was dark and there were no more lights on in the area. Then they moved quietly into the dinning room, where they discovered, the two nice men waiting for them, with a plate of sandwiches and cookies, glasses of milk, and bowls of soup.
"Why don't we," said Quatre cheerfully, "eat, and then we'll take you two for baths again, alright?" He slid the plate of sandwiches and cookies towards them.
Mark weighed the odds. Last time these people had been nice, they were being nice this time too. This Trowa and Quatre. I like the Quatre better, Mark thought. Ok, I guess, Mark continued thinking, that this is ok for us to eat. He scrambled up onto the stool and bit into a sandwich.
His sister, Mari, a little slower, and less trusting, crawled up onto the stool slowly, and bit into a sandwich cautiously. Soon the children were munching quietly away, making every bit of what was laid out disappear. "Bath now?" whispered Mari slowly when all the food was gone.
Trowa nodded, "Yeah," he said. "We'll get you baths now." But, just then, a pair of adults and their children walked in.
The blond looked a little frightened and the man, just looked annoyed. When they saw the pair of children with the couple though, Relena said, "What's all this?"
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Well, will Rel let the pair keep the twins? Or will she demand they give them back?
R&R please!
~Mel