Bravest Eyes
By: Kattie
Chapter Two: We May Share the Same Dream
Note: Be kind to poor sick Kattie! She's been writing a manga and coauthor ficcie for about a year and isn't used to writing like this!
To all you good readers: huggles As I write this I currently have 5 reviews! ^^ This makes me so SO happy! I love you all! Have a great Easter, Passover, or whatever holiday you may be celebrating. Sorry if this chapter sucks, I've been sick ^^* lots of pain relievers and prescription medicine.
Dedication: This chapter's dedicated to Dudley Moore, who played Arthur in "Arthur" and recently died. Rest in peace!
Disclaimed: sighs No- I really don't own Gundam Wing. Sorry if I gave you the impression that I did. If I owned it- I'd be super rich- and I'd share it all with you! BWAHAHA!
0730 Hours-The Next Day
Duo awakened to the mouth-watering aroma of bacon and eggs. It was a good morning. The sky was blue, birds were chirping, and there was food. But, to be completely honest, Duo really only cared about the food.
Following his nose to the kitchen, he stared drooling at the cooking food. 'God- you are great.' He said, in silent prayer. Not seeing anyone around, he stealthily reached for a piece of bacon.
Just then, Quatre stood up, folding the towel he had been cleaning the floor with. "Good morning, Duo," he said cheerfully, "Breakfast should be ready soon."
Duo stood in horror, staring at his hand, hovering over the bacon, before slipping it behind his back and grinning sheepishly. "Uh… thanks."
"Maxwell," Wufei glowered, stepping out from the guest room, "Come here."
"As much as I love your company," Duo replied, looking nervously back at him, "I haven't seen your katana for a while, and it's worrying me."
"Maxwell. Here. NOW."
Duo smiled back at Quatre. "Just call the police if you hear any screaming."
"Make sure you clean all the blood before coming to eat." Quatre replied, grinning brightly.
"If I have enough pieces intact," Duo walked into the room with Wufei, where the other two pilots were waiting.
"Sleep well?" Hiiro asked sarcastically.
Duo sighed in frustration. "It's not even after eight. Normal people sleep to around noon on their days off."
"We aren't normal people." Hiiro retorted.
For a few moments, Duo was silent, trying to think of some genius comeback. However, Duo had just woken up, and was still tired, while Hiiro had the tactical advantage of having plenty of time to plan this conversation while Duo was still sleeping. Seeing as almost any remark Duo could make would most likely be thrown back in his face, he went for the second best thing.
Changing the subject.
"So, did you talk to Quatre yet?" Duo asked, trying hard to seem natural.
"No." Trowa replied, ignoring Hiiro's death glare on the other boy. "We were waiting for you."
Duo sighed. "Alright then, here's the plan. We pop the question and keep urging him to tell us until he finally breaks down." He snapped as if getting a new idea. "But wait until after breakfast 'cause we'll be a lot happier then."
Hiiro groaned. "We're not waiting. We've been waiting all morning."
"Fine, since you support sadness and empty stomachs." Duo muttered, glaring back at Hiiro.
There was a knock on the bedroom door. Wufei opened it a crack and looked out, right into Quatre's eyes.
"Breakfast's ready." Quatre said, seeming oblivious to the conversation which had just taken place.
"Thanks." Wufei replied, stepping out of the room and holding the door open for the other three.
As Duo walked by Wufei to exit the room, Wufei whispered to him. "You're asking him."
Before Duo had a chance to promptly say "no", Wufei had already sat down at the table. Duo followed suit, all the while shooting Wufei a look which promised death. "Thanks for breakfast." He said, not taking his eyes off of the Chinese boy.
The other pilots murmured agreement, causing Quatre to blush with embarrassment. "It's not very good." He muttered, grinning in spite of his words, "I don't have a lot of experience."
"That's okay," Duo waved it off with his hand, "I'm hungry enough to eat garbage." With that said, he took a bite of the eggs.
Quatre stood by his chair, watching him in silent anticipation. Like a defendant awaiting the verdict. His eyes never left Duo's face until Duo had spoken his judgment.
"Not a lot of experience, eh?" Duo smiled, "Well then, it must be natural talent."
A goofy grin covered Quatre's face as the other pilots shared similar opinions. "Oh, I'm so relieved!" He laughed. "I thought I'd poison you or something!"
"There's still time." Hiiro muttered, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"So, Quatre," Duo started, "What's all this for? Did you lose all of our guns or something? Couldn't sleep and thought you'd buy my heart through my stomach?"
"Well," Quatre blushed, "I just wanted to thank you guys for being so nice to me last night."
A silence swept over the room which Duo broke without hesitation, heaving a deep sigh. 'Guess I better bite the bullet.' "Uh… Quatre… About last night… We were-"
"I know," Quatre interrupted, "you have a right to know why I was acting so badly. Especially since I might be gone for a little while."
"WHAT?"
Biting his lip, Quatre continued, "It wouldn't be for very long if it happened at all. A couple of weeks at most."
"Where would you go?" Wufei asked.
"I wish I knew," Quatre ruffled his hair nervously, "Wherever they take me."
"Quatre, we were thinking that you may have been held hostage other than the incident with the Maguanacs." Trowa explained. "Were we right?"
Solemnly, Quatre nodded. "Yes…"
"How many times?"
There was a silence which the pilots took to be a sad pause on Quatre's part until they noticed him counting on his fingers. "I… I don't know for sure…around twenty."
"Oh God, Quatre, I'm sorry," Duo said quietly, putting a hand on the blonde boy's shoulder.
"Don't be sorry for me," Quatre smiled sadly, "I'm fine."
"Quatre, did they hurt you?" Hiiro asked, a grave expression on his face.
Again, the young blonde bit his lip, this time looking down at the table. "Yes."
"Take off your shirt." Hatred shone in Hiiro's eyes, as he glared over at his friend.
Taking a deep breath, Quatre pulled off his shirt, revealing a mass of scars. He twisted the shirt in his hands, fidgeting nervously. "They're not as bad as they look."
"Damnit, Quatre!" Hiiro yelled, slamming a fist on the table. "Why did you let them hurt you?"
Quatre's voice quivered as he offered a simple response, "Because I couldn't do anything else." He looked at Hiiro with tear-filled eyes.
"You think they will come again, right?" Hiiro questioned.
"The main ones take me on my birthday, every year."
"When's your birthday?"
Quatre sighed, and pulled his shirt back on. "A couple weeks."
"Now listen carefully," Hiiro began, looking Quatre straight in the eyes, "They aren't going to take you this year. Not while I'm around. They aren't going to hurt you any more. Do you understand?"
Nodding, Quatre's tears began to fall once again. The sobs beginning to take over again, he hugged Hiiro. "Thank you."
Hiiro held Quatre tightly, as if he would be taken if he loosened his hold even the slightest. "They won't touch you."
Ending Notes: Well- that was still short- a little longer than the last though. I was going to make it longer but I kind of like it ending like this. Again this is NOT shounen ai- they are just very good friends!
Please review! Or better yet- e-mail me at Kattie41@aol.com or IM me at Kattie41 on AIM. I love you all!
By: Kattie
Chapter Two: We May Share the Same Dream
Note: Be kind to poor sick Kattie! She's been writing a manga and coauthor ficcie for about a year and isn't used to writing like this!
To all you good readers: huggles As I write this I currently have 5 reviews! ^^ This makes me so SO happy! I love you all! Have a great Easter, Passover, or whatever holiday you may be celebrating. Sorry if this chapter sucks, I've been sick ^^* lots of pain relievers and prescription medicine.
Dedication: This chapter's dedicated to Dudley Moore, who played Arthur in "Arthur" and recently died. Rest in peace!
Disclaimed: sighs No- I really don't own Gundam Wing. Sorry if I gave you the impression that I did. If I owned it- I'd be super rich- and I'd share it all with you! BWAHAHA!
0730 Hours-The Next Day
Duo awakened to the mouth-watering aroma of bacon and eggs. It was a good morning. The sky was blue, birds were chirping, and there was food. But, to be completely honest, Duo really only cared about the food.
Following his nose to the kitchen, he stared drooling at the cooking food. 'God- you are great.' He said, in silent prayer. Not seeing anyone around, he stealthily reached for a piece of bacon.
Just then, Quatre stood up, folding the towel he had been cleaning the floor with. "Good morning, Duo," he said cheerfully, "Breakfast should be ready soon."
Duo stood in horror, staring at his hand, hovering over the bacon, before slipping it behind his back and grinning sheepishly. "Uh… thanks."
"Maxwell," Wufei glowered, stepping out from the guest room, "Come here."
"As much as I love your company," Duo replied, looking nervously back at him, "I haven't seen your katana for a while, and it's worrying me."
"Maxwell. Here. NOW."
Duo smiled back at Quatre. "Just call the police if you hear any screaming."
"Make sure you clean all the blood before coming to eat." Quatre replied, grinning brightly.
"If I have enough pieces intact," Duo walked into the room with Wufei, where the other two pilots were waiting.
"Sleep well?" Hiiro asked sarcastically.
Duo sighed in frustration. "It's not even after eight. Normal people sleep to around noon on their days off."
"We aren't normal people." Hiiro retorted.
For a few moments, Duo was silent, trying to think of some genius comeback. However, Duo had just woken up, and was still tired, while Hiiro had the tactical advantage of having plenty of time to plan this conversation while Duo was still sleeping. Seeing as almost any remark Duo could make would most likely be thrown back in his face, he went for the second best thing.
Changing the subject.
"So, did you talk to Quatre yet?" Duo asked, trying hard to seem natural.
"No." Trowa replied, ignoring Hiiro's death glare on the other boy. "We were waiting for you."
Duo sighed. "Alright then, here's the plan. We pop the question and keep urging him to tell us until he finally breaks down." He snapped as if getting a new idea. "But wait until after breakfast 'cause we'll be a lot happier then."
Hiiro groaned. "We're not waiting. We've been waiting all morning."
"Fine, since you support sadness and empty stomachs." Duo muttered, glaring back at Hiiro.
There was a knock on the bedroom door. Wufei opened it a crack and looked out, right into Quatre's eyes.
"Breakfast's ready." Quatre said, seeming oblivious to the conversation which had just taken place.
"Thanks." Wufei replied, stepping out of the room and holding the door open for the other three.
As Duo walked by Wufei to exit the room, Wufei whispered to him. "You're asking him."
Before Duo had a chance to promptly say "no", Wufei had already sat down at the table. Duo followed suit, all the while shooting Wufei a look which promised death. "Thanks for breakfast." He said, not taking his eyes off of the Chinese boy.
The other pilots murmured agreement, causing Quatre to blush with embarrassment. "It's not very good." He muttered, grinning in spite of his words, "I don't have a lot of experience."
"That's okay," Duo waved it off with his hand, "I'm hungry enough to eat garbage." With that said, he took a bite of the eggs.
Quatre stood by his chair, watching him in silent anticipation. Like a defendant awaiting the verdict. His eyes never left Duo's face until Duo had spoken his judgment.
"Not a lot of experience, eh?" Duo smiled, "Well then, it must be natural talent."
A goofy grin covered Quatre's face as the other pilots shared similar opinions. "Oh, I'm so relieved!" He laughed. "I thought I'd poison you or something!"
"There's still time." Hiiro muttered, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"So, Quatre," Duo started, "What's all this for? Did you lose all of our guns or something? Couldn't sleep and thought you'd buy my heart through my stomach?"
"Well," Quatre blushed, "I just wanted to thank you guys for being so nice to me last night."
A silence swept over the room which Duo broke without hesitation, heaving a deep sigh. 'Guess I better bite the bullet.' "Uh… Quatre… About last night… We were-"
"I know," Quatre interrupted, "you have a right to know why I was acting so badly. Especially since I might be gone for a little while."
"WHAT?"
Biting his lip, Quatre continued, "It wouldn't be for very long if it happened at all. A couple of weeks at most."
"Where would you go?" Wufei asked.
"I wish I knew," Quatre ruffled his hair nervously, "Wherever they take me."
"Quatre, we were thinking that you may have been held hostage other than the incident with the Maguanacs." Trowa explained. "Were we right?"
Solemnly, Quatre nodded. "Yes…"
"How many times?"
There was a silence which the pilots took to be a sad pause on Quatre's part until they noticed him counting on his fingers. "I… I don't know for sure…around twenty."
"Oh God, Quatre, I'm sorry," Duo said quietly, putting a hand on the blonde boy's shoulder.
"Don't be sorry for me," Quatre smiled sadly, "I'm fine."
"Quatre, did they hurt you?" Hiiro asked, a grave expression on his face.
Again, the young blonde bit his lip, this time looking down at the table. "Yes."
"Take off your shirt." Hatred shone in Hiiro's eyes, as he glared over at his friend.
Taking a deep breath, Quatre pulled off his shirt, revealing a mass of scars. He twisted the shirt in his hands, fidgeting nervously. "They're not as bad as they look."
"Damnit, Quatre!" Hiiro yelled, slamming a fist on the table. "Why did you let them hurt you?"
Quatre's voice quivered as he offered a simple response, "Because I couldn't do anything else." He looked at Hiiro with tear-filled eyes.
"You think they will come again, right?" Hiiro questioned.
"The main ones take me on my birthday, every year."
"When's your birthday?"
Quatre sighed, and pulled his shirt back on. "A couple weeks."
"Now listen carefully," Hiiro began, looking Quatre straight in the eyes, "They aren't going to take you this year. Not while I'm around. They aren't going to hurt you any more. Do you understand?"
Nodding, Quatre's tears began to fall once again. The sobs beginning to take over again, he hugged Hiiro. "Thank you."
Hiiro held Quatre tightly, as if he would be taken if he loosened his hold even the slightest. "They won't touch you."
Ending Notes: Well- that was still short- a little longer than the last though. I was going to make it longer but I kind of like it ending like this. Again this is NOT shounen ai- they are just very good friends!
Please review! Or better yet- e-mail me at Kattie41@aol.com or IM me at Kattie41 on AIM. I love you all!