"Shadows of The Past" Pg 5
Disclaimer/Notes:
I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's wonderful character, they
are owned by some rich guy. Memories
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The blond mage walked down the long hallway in his hand he held a bundle of beautiful flowers. In the midday sunlight their colors shined brightly off his fare skin and white robe. He stopped at one of the large wooden doors. With his knuckles he gently rapped on the door.
"Who is it?" Came from inside.
"Quatre, may I speak with you?" He called back.
"Alright hold on."
Quatre stood waiting patiently as the door opened slowly. A figure was reveled before him. Long platinum hair flowed around the soft face.
"Milliardo may we speak?"
"Yes come in."
"Alright," Quatre sighed entering the well lit room. The door shut quietly behind him.
"What did you want to speak to me about?"
"Well Heero actually."
"What about him?"
"I think he is hiding something... something important... something that might hurt him as well as those around him."
'Yes I know he is hiding his pain.' Milliardo thought, but he wasn't going to tell Quatre that. He liked the blond he just wasn't sure he could trust him yet.
"Milliardo do you see what I am talking about?" Quatre asked startling the older man.
"I haven't noticed anything."
"Oh..."
"I will be sure to keep an eye out though."
"Oh alright."
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Actually I brought these for you. You must be mourning something very important to you. You don't have to tell me anything about it. I just wanted you to know that I understand and wish to help."
"Thank you. I don't think anything can help what I mourn over. But thank you for the kind thought and deep concern."
"Your welcome. I should go look at all the time of your I have taken."
"Oh it's fine. You man come talk to me anytime. You're a very kind and wonderful friend."
"Thank you." Quatre bowed politely and set the flowers upon the table that stood near the window. He exited quietly leaving Milliardo along again.
A soft breeze kicked up outside. It's path came through the wind, it's fingers plucked the petals from the beautiful flowers and pulled them back outside. Now with the petals floating about the room leaving through the window, the stems lay bare on the table.
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Trowa quietly stepped toward a figure standing beneath a large tree whose limbs reached out far into the sky. His eyes adjusted to the dimmer light of the forest. His feet stepped lightly on the soft forest soil. Dead leaves snapped silently beneath him. Coming closer to the figure he eased his breathing to quiet himself. A soft ray of sunlight floated through a hole in the leaf roof to shine on the mysterious figure. A long braid glowed in the lights touch.
'What is Duo doing out here?' He wondered intrigued by this discovery.
Duo stood under a large tree basking in the glow of the sunlight his thoughts finally collected. He now understood his reason and purpose. As he stood there he felt a presence approaching him from behind. Using his powerful mind he could see the person, it was Trowa. When he was young these gifts had scared Duo but now he found them a great advantage. Duo knew if he turned around he would have startled the mage so he remained still allowing Trowa the first move.
Trowa wasn't sure but he felt something different about Duo. Standing behind him and to the left his eyes focused in on Duo's head. He couldn't see anything he couldn't extract anything. It was like Duo was blocking him out. 'He couldn't be, he's only an orphan. Isn't he?' Trowa wasn't so sure anymore of just who Duo was. Turning he quickly fled back to the house.
"I'm more than an orphan... in fact I am more then you will ever be able to handle," Duo snickered his voice deeper then usual. Turning he faced where Trowa had been standing before. His eyes glowed a yellow-green color as his body disappeared into the world around him. A haunting laugh rose from where he used to be standing. "You think you can protect him. If I wanted I could take him right now, steal him away from you. Only I can protect him, you will see this soon enough in your dreams. Then I will steal him away to protect everyone, including him."
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Heero felt numb as he walked down the staircase. Coming to the bottom he decided to go outside... to go somewhere where he could be alone. Walking slowly down the cement steps he again stopped. A small garden of bright flowers stood beside the walkway. It reminded him of his mother's flower garden in the back of the castle yard. She loved that garden, a memory of years before came to him.
As a young, seven year old, boy Heero trampled through a small path of flowers. He was chasing after Kieandra when a desperate sad cry stopped him. His giggling calmed as he turned to look at the face of his beautiful mother. Her eyes were sad, then furious. Her hand reached out toward him, slender fingers gripped his arm and ripped him from his spot. A soft cry left his lips as she yanked him back into the castle. Heero was at a loss to this sudden treatment as he was pulled up the stairs and literally thrown into his room. He had never seen his mother act this way what was going on. The door slammed loudly and a clicking sound followed. Reaching out he tried to open the door but the handle didn't budge. He cried out for his mother only she didn't appear to comfort him. Crawling into bed his tear stained face laid against the pillow as his puffy eyes stared at the door.
Heero startled himself into awareness around him. She had punished him for destroying her treasures he hadn't understood that until Milliardo explained it to him. Leaving the small group of flowers Heero made his way out of the gate into the road then turned toward the trees. Suddenly a figure walked out from them. Violet eyes locked with confused deep blue ones. Heero tried to look away but couldn't as he stood frozen there.
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Quatre's small figure stood beside the large window in the library. In his hand he held a small leather bound book. His eyes searched outside ignoring the book. He had picked the library cause it was the quietest place with all the monks moving about getting ready to leave. The small book flipped in the soft breeze blowing through the window. The pages turned of their own thought or want. Glancing down to the book Quatre realized he hadn't read one word. His mind was still worrying over all this stuff that had fallen upon them in the last few years. So now with Duo here everything seemed to be compounded. His worrying became almost ten times worse. What was this new thing going to bring them? He would be doing a reading on Duo soon he only hoped he would find innocence and a genuine soft heart. Still somewhere down inside a voice told him, 'it wasn't going to be that easy.'
Another presence found it's way into Quatre's thoughts. It was a young sad boy, the eyes showed a heavy deep depression. 'Who is that?' The boy reached out to him his hand was small and ghostly white. His lips move but no sound left them. Quatre could still tell what he was saying, "Help me."
Suddenly he was snapped back into reality by a gentle shove. Looking up emeralds watched him worriedly.
"Quatre are you okay?" Trowa asked gently.
"Yes I think so." Quatre answered slowly.
"You weren't responding and I called out your name like five times."
"I'm sorry I worried you. I was just thinking that's all."
"Oh... about Duo?"
"Well about everything."
Trowa pulled the frail youth into his body. Wrapping his arms around the blonde he held him protectively. 'Don't worry I'll protect you.'
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Milliardo sat alone on the small step outside the door leading to the back of the House into a large open field. Closing his eyes he bathed in the bright sunlight upon opening his eyes he focused them on some tall flowers. His mind became flooded with memories from his child hood.
A young boy, ten years old, stood panting beside several tall plants. His blue eyes searching the field around him, his heart racing as he tried to calm down from the activity. His long platinum hair fell over his shoulders, giving him the look of a girl. His features were soft and warm. Suddenly a movement behind and to his right caught his attention, but it was to late as his body flew forward and tumbled to the ground his hair falling around him. As he tried to stand up laughter filled the air.
"Look the girl fell!" someone remarked cruelly.
Standing up his hair messed up from the sudden actions, he turned to face three boys. His eyes showing the pain he felt because of their tormenting.
"I think the sissy is going to cry."
"Stop it!" he yelled at them.
"Awe is the sissy hurt?" They mocked.
"Leave him alone!" a deeper, rich voice called out startling them all. All four boys turned to see another walking toward them. Eight eyes grew wide as a taller, older boy with short sandy hair and serious blue-gray eyes approached them. The three boys who had started the whole thing bolted from the scene. The oher young boy was about to leave before that deep voice stopped him.
"I think you look handsome. What's your name?"
"Milliardo," the platinum haired boy answered without turning around.
"I'm Treize. Please don't leave. Lets play together."
"Play? You want to play with me?"
"Yes, but here lets straighten that pretty hair of yours first." Trieze's slightly larger hand reached up and combed out Milliardo's hair. After completing the task he sat down in the tall grass. "Come on, play with me."
Milliardo turned around, looking down at the other youth. He then sat down, "Alright. Thank you for fixing my hair and for scaring those boys away."
"Not a problem. I like you."
Milliardo blinked as the memory faded to be stored back where he got it from. That was the first he had met Treize the man to become king. They grew up together, no wonder something bigger then friendship formed between them. Milliardo stood from the spot he had held all day and walked back into the House.
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As evening befell the House, the monks packed their stuff into wagons and on horses. With farewells and safe journeys they left the five standing alone beside the gate.
"Why did they leave?" Duo wondered.
"They have other missions and jobs to complete on behalf of the church," Quatre answered turning to go back inside.
Theysilently filed back inside. Once in the House Heero returned to his room silent. Quatre and Trowa retired to the study, Milliardo followed after Heero while Duo sat down before the empty dinning table. Dinner was all right but something felt a miss to him.
'It couldn't be just the monks leaving either. Maybe Trowa had talked to Quatre or had a vision about the whole situation. I think I need to read them to get a full understanding of this. I will have to be careful they have been trained. I think the best time will be when they are asleep. Quatre seems the most sensitive out of the two, easier to get to. I believe Quatre will give me all the information I need.'\
Duo looked up from the table to see a figure standing in the doorways. Even in the late darkness he could tell it was Heero. 'Wonder what he wants?' Looking into the blue eyes he saw hurt, fear, rejection. These things tore at Duo's heart. 'How could someone his age feel all of the emotions pouring out of his eyes?'
Heero turned leaving Duo along again as he slipped back upstairs.
'Why did he come down here?' Duo thought about following him but decided he could find out later. He needed to go and see if Quatre and Trowa were still up. Getting up from the chair he had warmed he headed toward the study. As he neared the partially open study door he saw lights and heard voices.
"I think we need to keep a close eye on Duo. Something doesn't feel right."
"Yes I will do a reading on him soon."
"Good. Remember we are trying to save everyone. We have to find out if he is some connected or the one.
"Yes I know."
"Lets go to be love."
"Yes Trowa I think you are right nothing left to do tonight."
'The one?' The light went out alerting Duo to hide. Which he did quickly as the two boys walked past hand in hand. They climbed the stairs together and walked down the hall entering their room.
Duo waited for several minutes then snuck into their room. In the bright moonlight he could see the blonde and brunette curled up together in the bed. They both looked happy and peaceful. Quatre's face didn't show the usual worry it wore while Trowa's looked open and free to express. Duo's mind opened itself to receive the blonde's thoughts.
'They are searching... searching for the one to fill Heero's heart... to save the kingdom. Duo's eyes grew wide in surprise as he listened to Quatre's silent words.
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