Dear readers: It's been awhile. For those of you waiting for the sisters you won't see that till the end of this story so...that might be awhile off. I'm trying to get all the ppl in order and stuff. Thanks for the reviews for this though...

~Britannica Moore

Chapter 12

Quatre woke up lying on his bed. His head hurt and when he reached up to touch his forehead he felt a lump. (A/n: He hit his head when he hit the floor)

"Owwww...."

"Many days have passed my child."

Quatre then saw the old man sitting in the chair by his bed. "Many days..?" he mumbled.

"You drank the sleeping potion."

Quatre sighed and closed his eyes. He could feel tears. "I'm so weak....Wuefi was right. I am an onna."

"No my child. You are not."

"Yes I am! I drank the poison."

"I said potion. Each cup was filled with a different type of poison. All but one. You picked the right one."

Quatre gasped. I had....I had picked the right one? I had picked the right one!

"I PICKED THE RIGHT ONE!" he yelled jumping up and hugging the old man. "I picked the right one!"

"Easy young one. Easy. Come with me for some tea."

They went down to the kitchen, where the old man set a cup of tea in front of Quatre. He looked at it.

"Is it poisoned?"

"You tell me."

The blonde looked at it. Nope. He took a drink.

"Very good. Now. You have been sleeping for three days. During those three days news has been grim around the world."

"Oh? How so." Quatre asked.

"Someone was killed outside of a nightclub. So I hear."

"Oh. Poor guy. Do you know a name?" Quatre asked taking a sip of tea.

"Barton I believe."

He spit out the tea. "Trowa!"

"Yes. Trowa Barton."

The blonde dropped his cup. "No...No!"

"What is it? Is he a friend of yours-"

"Yes! I left him alone and he's dead now because of me..."

"Because of you? How?"

Quatre sobbed. "I mean I can just see it now...Trowa stopped talking and he was waiting on me to come back. And then Wuefi made him go out to a club. And then Trowa ended up dead...."

"Son." Quatre turned to see the man holding out his hand. In his hand was the bean.

Quatre just looked at it. He then sighed and reached out as quickly as he could. He took the bean. He was still crying.

"Go back home young one. See for yourself."

Quatre nodded. "Thank you again. He quickly ran to get his stuff.

He then ran out of building.

The old man sighed. His phone rang.

"Yes?"

"Is he on his way?" a voice asked.

"Yes. And he has had the potion. He will have delusions."

"Perfect."

"Where is my money? You promised me that if I-"

"Money? Just think of it as if you helped the world a bit."

*click*

the old man looked at his phone set. He sighed.

That poor boy. What have I done?

tbc