Wolf Eyes
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Quatre, Vingte, and the Maguanac Corps arrived around noon.
D'arcy ran up, smiling. Quatre, Vingte! Good to see
you. She proceeded to name each of the Maguanac Corps, and
welcomed them all. Soon, everyone was smiling, sitting, chatting,
and drinking either tea, coffee, or fruit juices. Quatre found
himself talking with D'arcy.
The corps seems to be a little down. Is anything
wrong?
Some of them got badly wounded in the last fight. I'm
especially worried about Rashid. He never really recovered from
that old wound, and he's only doing himself damage by
following me here.
It shows their devotion to you. And that means that
you're a good guy to know. People don't stick around
nasty people long.
Quatre sighed.
What's wrong with Rashid?
His ribs won't heal.
I see. Well, he may end up with a brace, but I'll see
what I can do for him. Oh, look. He's over there by himself.
I think I'll go talk to him. She drifted away. Quatre
sighed again. He had some paperwork to be going over. He put down
his glass.
He turned to see a girl sitting on the wall, staring at him. She
was dressed all in black, in shorts and tee-shirt. Her hair,
which was golden-brown, hung in bangs which prevented him from
seeing her eyes. She was tense. Then she brushed her hair out of
her eyes, and Quatre found himself staring into greeny-gold eyes
that showed no sign of having seen him. It was as if he was
invisible to her. The girl stared right through him, but the set
of her shoulders, the way she was tense all overhe could
sense that she was angry. Quatre wanted to ask her why, but those
wolf-eyes made him more shy than ever. He managed a small
Um, hi. The girl growled in the back of her throat,
and went right on staring through him. He shrugged to himself,
and walked away. He could feel her eyes boring through his back
until he went around the corner.
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D'arcy walked up to Rashid. Hi. Mind if I sit here for
a while? She sat down and got right to the point.
Quatre tells me he's worried about you.
He need not be. I'm fine.
He says that your ribs won't heal. I've had to
deal with broken bones myself, and ribs are among the worst. Not
as bad as hands and feet, but they're pretty bad. Now, they
say that you would do anything for Quatre.
And so I would.
Will you let me see your ribs, then? It's what he
would want.
Rashid sighed. Very well.
~~~
After a brief examination, D'arcy said, There's a
small piece of shrapnel preventing the bone from closing
completely. I can dig it out, or you can get a brace. Which would
you rather?
Go ahead and take it out.
She gave him a bit of anesthetic and made a small slice in his
back. In went the probe and out came the piece of shrapnel. A few
stitches, a band-aid, and it was all over. There we go.
That's it. They went back to the party.
~~~
Quatre looked around for D'arcy and saw her talking to
another girl. He started to hail her, but something about that
other girl tugged at his memory. That hairthe
ponytailthose clothes Then she brushed the hair from
her eyes, and he was sure. He would have bet his life on the fact
that her eyes were greeny-gold, wolf-like. He walked hesitantly
towards them, until he could hear them talking.
Can you believe it? the girl was saying. He
actually came here after what he did!
Shh. I invited him. Besides, I'm sure he had no idea
that what he was doing was wrong. I'm sure it was just a
mission.
Was it just a mission' that killed your
mother?
D'arcy's voice turned hard. No. That pilot acted
on his own. What's more, he had just come from blowing up a
bunch of other people—that on his own too. OZ had found out
what he'd been doing, and they didn't try to stop him.
Following orders is one thing, but letting someone murder
hundreds of innocents is just plain wrong!
Sorry, D'arcy. I didn't mean to hit a raw
spot.
That's all right. I seem to have hit yours too.
The talk turned to other things. Quatre stopped feeling so much
like an intruder and was able to regain his confidence. He fought
down a wave of shyness, and ran forward.
he called. There you are!
I've been looking for you! Quatre halted in front of
her, and smiled at her.
Quatre! I've been looking for you myself. Rashid is
going to do just fine.
Thank you.
You're welcome. This is my friend, Akilah. Her
hand tightened on Akilah's arm, and she hissed, Kilah,
calm down. You can't kill someone until you know they
actually did it!
