Quatre noticed the distress in Heero's eyes after he woke up and was
better. His arms were still bandaged and he could move them, but only
barely. He was more active than before, but had lost the enthusiasm he had
in his early years with Relena.
Relena. The name made Quatre sickened now. How could she? And with Duo? Duo had been Heero's best friend. How could they betray him? The two people he held closest to his heart.
"What're you thinking of?" Trowa asked, placing his hand on Quatre's shoulder. Quatre was sitting on the seat by the window, staring out at nothing.
Quatre smiled and turned to Trowa. There was a glint in his eyes. "Heero, Relena, and Duo," he said in a strange and soft voice.
Trowa eyed him critically, trying to figure out what he meant. When he couldn't find an answer, he finally asked, "What about them?"
"I don't have all the details worked out yet," he began, more to himself than to Trowa. "But I'm sure it'll work."
"What will?" Heero asked from behind them. His same sullen look was on his face. "What will?" he repeated when Quatre did not give a response.
Quatre shook his head as though snapping out of a daze. "Never mind. Anyway, I've been wanting to talk to you. You seem like you're in better physical condition," he emphasized the physical condition, because Heero was far from being the same in his mind again, "so maybe we should take a trip. It might help you."
Heero thought for a moment, then grunted his approval. "I want to say good-bye to Kristine," he added in a low voice.
Quatre's eyes grew wide. "Kristine? Why? She feels nothing for you."
"I know it, but I'm her father. No matter what, I'll always love her. You'll see one day, Quatre." Without another word, Heero turned and headed to the room he was currently sharing with Wufei, where he would pack his stuff up.
"What do you have in mind, Quatre?" Trowa asked.
Quatre shook his head. "Never mind. It was stupid. I was just a big angry, that's all." He turned and left to pack and Trowa watched as his best friend disappeared behind a corner. He was sure that Quatre wasn't lying, but he was curious as to what the blonde Arab meant.
Kristine's head moved to the music she was listening to. Her CD player was tucked in her sweater pocket and her headphones were on her dark head while her hands were in the sink as she washed the dishes. Her mother was, again, gone. She rarely saw her anymore because she was always somewhere away from home. Kristine believed her to be mourning or something of the sort. It made her hate her father even more.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts and the music and she pulled her hands out of the soapy water, discarding the plate she'd been washing. She slipped her hand in her sweater and turned off the music, then headed to the door.
"Hi," she greeted cheerfully when the door open. It wasn't at all who she'd expected. Heero Yuy, her father and the person she despised most in the world, stood at the door, his face a mask. She didn't know what he was trying to mask and she thought she saw something in his eyes she'd never seen before. Sadness. She didn't care. After what he'd done to her mother, she couldn't forgive him. "Oh, it's you. Have you come back to apologize to Mother? She's not here."
He muttered something underneath his breath that she thought sounded vaguely like, "I'm not surprised." Then he spoke up. "I came to say good- bye, Kristine."
"Fine, I'll relay the message to Mother." She was about to close the door, but his hand, much stronger than hers, held the door open.
He glared at her for a moment, then his mask returned. "I didn't leave your mother, Kristine," he said softly, almost too softly to hear. "She left me long ago."
Kristine wanted to find the true meaning behind the words, but then she remembered who was before her and her heart turned cold again. "Your memory must be blurred, Father," she said, the last word she spat. "If you recall, three months ago you left without a word to live with Mr. Winner. And you left Mother a wreck. In fact, I haven't seen her for a week already. Lord knows she's been trying hard to be her usual self. How could you do that to her? I thought you loved her."
"I do," Heero said, and Kristine could hear the raw pain in his voice. "I did."
"Is that it? You left her for another woman?"
"No!" Heero's mask returned just after Kristine caught a bare glimpse of true pain. It still shined through his eyes.
//What does he have to be sad for?// she asked herself. "Well, then if you didn't want to say good-bye to Mother, then why'd you come?"
"To say good-bye to you. Trowa, Wufei, Quatre and I are taking a trip to..." He trailed off. Kristine didn't bother to ask what he meant. "I came to say good-bye to you," he repeated. "You'll find out the truth one day." He touched her face with his fingers quickly and then dropped his hand before she could swat it away and then turned and left.
Kristine closed the door. A part of her hated him and a part of her hated the pain she saw in his eyes. //Why is he so hurt?// she asked herself over and over again as she resumed washing the dishes. A half an hour later, she heard the door open.
"Kristine! I'm home!" Relena's familiar voice called. Kristine shoved her thoughts of her father aside and went to greet her mother. She decided not to tell her of Heero Yuy's visit.
::Warning:: Finals have finally ruined my brain! No, just kidding again. ^^ I'm glad finals are over! Finally! That's the only way I managed to find time to finish chapter three. But now I have too much free time. I started a Harry Potter crossover and a regular Harry Potter fanfic and I've added at least two chapters to my all-anime crossover fic and I'm thinking of what to write next for my 4xD fic and I might be starting an X fanfic and/or a fanfic from the Gerald Morris book-series that I used in my Harry Potter crossover. Gods, I'm bored! Anyway...I also found an interesting book called I Am Morgan Le Fay. I'm very interested in Arthurian tales now. ^^ I blame Gerald Morris. But I thank him, too. He got me interested in knights like Arthur and Gawain. Anyway, read his books, too, if you can. The four I know of are: The Squire's Tale, The Squire, His Knight, and His Lady, The Savage Damsel and the Dwarf, and Parsifal's Page. They're all a part of a series, but the series has no name. This is the same series in my Harry Potter crossover. I Am Morgan Le Fay was written by Nancy Springer. I'm trying to get my brother to let me read I Am Mordred. He got it at the library. My library doesn't have it. :P It's a part of a series called "A Tale from Camelot", though it guess it's "Tales from Lancelot", but that's what the title on the book says! If you have time, read those books. They're REALLY good! Well, jya for now!
::Disclaimer:: Gundam isn't mine, but I'm not taking credit for it, so don't sue.
Relena. The name made Quatre sickened now. How could she? And with Duo? Duo had been Heero's best friend. How could they betray him? The two people he held closest to his heart.
"What're you thinking of?" Trowa asked, placing his hand on Quatre's shoulder. Quatre was sitting on the seat by the window, staring out at nothing.
Quatre smiled and turned to Trowa. There was a glint in his eyes. "Heero, Relena, and Duo," he said in a strange and soft voice.
Trowa eyed him critically, trying to figure out what he meant. When he couldn't find an answer, he finally asked, "What about them?"
"I don't have all the details worked out yet," he began, more to himself than to Trowa. "But I'm sure it'll work."
"What will?" Heero asked from behind them. His same sullen look was on his face. "What will?" he repeated when Quatre did not give a response.
Quatre shook his head as though snapping out of a daze. "Never mind. Anyway, I've been wanting to talk to you. You seem like you're in better physical condition," he emphasized the physical condition, because Heero was far from being the same in his mind again, "so maybe we should take a trip. It might help you."
Heero thought for a moment, then grunted his approval. "I want to say good-bye to Kristine," he added in a low voice.
Quatre's eyes grew wide. "Kristine? Why? She feels nothing for you."
"I know it, but I'm her father. No matter what, I'll always love her. You'll see one day, Quatre." Without another word, Heero turned and headed to the room he was currently sharing with Wufei, where he would pack his stuff up.
"What do you have in mind, Quatre?" Trowa asked.
Quatre shook his head. "Never mind. It was stupid. I was just a big angry, that's all." He turned and left to pack and Trowa watched as his best friend disappeared behind a corner. He was sure that Quatre wasn't lying, but he was curious as to what the blonde Arab meant.
Kristine's head moved to the music she was listening to. Her CD player was tucked in her sweater pocket and her headphones were on her dark head while her hands were in the sink as she washed the dishes. Her mother was, again, gone. She rarely saw her anymore because she was always somewhere away from home. Kristine believed her to be mourning or something of the sort. It made her hate her father even more.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts and the music and she pulled her hands out of the soapy water, discarding the plate she'd been washing. She slipped her hand in her sweater and turned off the music, then headed to the door.
"Hi," she greeted cheerfully when the door open. It wasn't at all who she'd expected. Heero Yuy, her father and the person she despised most in the world, stood at the door, his face a mask. She didn't know what he was trying to mask and she thought she saw something in his eyes she'd never seen before. Sadness. She didn't care. After what he'd done to her mother, she couldn't forgive him. "Oh, it's you. Have you come back to apologize to Mother? She's not here."
He muttered something underneath his breath that she thought sounded vaguely like, "I'm not surprised." Then he spoke up. "I came to say good- bye, Kristine."
"Fine, I'll relay the message to Mother." She was about to close the door, but his hand, much stronger than hers, held the door open.
He glared at her for a moment, then his mask returned. "I didn't leave your mother, Kristine," he said softly, almost too softly to hear. "She left me long ago."
Kristine wanted to find the true meaning behind the words, but then she remembered who was before her and her heart turned cold again. "Your memory must be blurred, Father," she said, the last word she spat. "If you recall, three months ago you left without a word to live with Mr. Winner. And you left Mother a wreck. In fact, I haven't seen her for a week already. Lord knows she's been trying hard to be her usual self. How could you do that to her? I thought you loved her."
"I do," Heero said, and Kristine could hear the raw pain in his voice. "I did."
"Is that it? You left her for another woman?"
"No!" Heero's mask returned just after Kristine caught a bare glimpse of true pain. It still shined through his eyes.
//What does he have to be sad for?// she asked herself. "Well, then if you didn't want to say good-bye to Mother, then why'd you come?"
"To say good-bye to you. Trowa, Wufei, Quatre and I are taking a trip to..." He trailed off. Kristine didn't bother to ask what he meant. "I came to say good-bye to you," he repeated. "You'll find out the truth one day." He touched her face with his fingers quickly and then dropped his hand before she could swat it away and then turned and left.
Kristine closed the door. A part of her hated him and a part of her hated the pain she saw in his eyes. //Why is he so hurt?// she asked herself over and over again as she resumed washing the dishes. A half an hour later, she heard the door open.
"Kristine! I'm home!" Relena's familiar voice called. Kristine shoved her thoughts of her father aside and went to greet her mother. She decided not to tell her of Heero Yuy's visit.
::Warning:: Finals have finally ruined my brain! No, just kidding again. ^^ I'm glad finals are over! Finally! That's the only way I managed to find time to finish chapter three. But now I have too much free time. I started a Harry Potter crossover and a regular Harry Potter fanfic and I've added at least two chapters to my all-anime crossover fic and I'm thinking of what to write next for my 4xD fic and I might be starting an X fanfic and/or a fanfic from the Gerald Morris book-series that I used in my Harry Potter crossover. Gods, I'm bored! Anyway...I also found an interesting book called I Am Morgan Le Fay. I'm very interested in Arthurian tales now. ^^ I blame Gerald Morris. But I thank him, too. He got me interested in knights like Arthur and Gawain. Anyway, read his books, too, if you can. The four I know of are: The Squire's Tale, The Squire, His Knight, and His Lady, The Savage Damsel and the Dwarf, and Parsifal's Page. They're all a part of a series, but the series has no name. This is the same series in my Harry Potter crossover. I Am Morgan Le Fay was written by Nancy Springer. I'm trying to get my brother to let me read I Am Mordred. He got it at the library. My library doesn't have it. :P It's a part of a series called "A Tale from Camelot", though it guess it's "Tales from Lancelot", but that's what the title on the book says! If you have time, read those books. They're REALLY good! Well, jya for now!
::Disclaimer:: Gundam isn't mine, but I'm not taking credit for it, so don't sue.
