"Shadows of The Past" Pg 8
Disclaimer/Notes:
I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's wonderful character, they
are owned by some rich guy.
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"It's all right don't worry about it," Trowa reassured his lover.
"But..."
"Stop worrying, lets see what we can find out about Duo."
"You're right we need to figure this out soon." Quatre said sifting in his seat.
"Could it have been him?"
"No I don't think so... but I do find it odd he too 'heard' something."
"Are you saying he could have only felt it?" Trowa eyed him closely.
"Yes."
"How?"
"I think he has power... power he is hiding from us." Quatre picked up one of the books in front of him.
"Great power?"
"I don't really know. I need to read him still."
"Why don't we hold off on that for right now? With these new thoughts about him possessing power, it could become dangerous." Trowa lifted a book from his lap and set it back down on the table in front of him.
"You're right... I'll wait."
"Good, now lets see what we can find in these books."
They began to really dig through their books of myths and legends trying to see what they could find out.
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"Heero can we talk?" Milliardo asked through the door.
"Come in."
Milliardo opened the door Heero sat on his bed next to Kieandra. Stepping into the room he sat down in a chair near the bed.
"How are you doing?" Milliardo asked leaning on the back of the chair.
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Heero's hand found Kieandra's ear as he began to rub it.
"Maybe we should do something tomorrow... something to get your mind off all of this."
"That sounds nice. We haven't done anything together in a long while. Why can't we do it today?" Heero sat up a smile gracing his lips.
"Not really ready, that's why I suggested tomorrow."
"Oh..." The smile began to fade as he lye back again.
"If I had been prepared I would have said today."
"Milliardo?"
"Yes." Milliardo leaned a little closer to Heero's bed.
"What is like to love someone?" Again Heero's fingers found Kieandra's head and ears.
"Depends on who it is?"
"Someone you meet."
"Oh... well its special, warm, invigorating. Usually you look for them everywhere. That's how I felt anyway."
"Who was it?"
"Someone special, but why do you ask."
"Is it bad to like someone of your own sex?"
"Why do you ask that?" Milliardo's eyebrow shot up at the question.
"Quatre and Trowa."
"Oh... no I don't think it is. There are no laws saying you can only love or like those of a different sex."
"How do you feel about father?"
"What? What do you mean?" Milliardo looked startled by the question.
"I saw the way you looked at him, it's similar to the looks between Quatre and Trowa."
"We should not be discussing this... not now."
"When?"
"When you're ready." Milliardo was trying his hardest to change the subject.
"When will that be?" Heero looked up into Milliardo's eyes his hurt showing through.
"Heero... I'm sorry I didn't mean that... I just can't tell you."
"I understand it's private."
"Yes, I should go. If you need to talk just yell and I'll be here."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," Milliardo said standing to leave. Without another word between them Milliardo left the room. 'That was close, he can't know about his father and myself.'
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Duo hovered above the thatch roof in a sitting position with his legs crossed. His eyes searched the ground around him. 'So that feeling was not my imagination last night someone was actually here. I hope Trowa has that dream soon. We need to get out of here to stay here much longer will not be good. Not to mention, their suspicion of me is getting annoying. Why do you people have to be so damn un-trust worthy? It's not like I've... okay so there were a couple of incidents but still! I wonder if it will freak Quatre out when he hears about the dream. I wonder what the dream will look like, will entail. What kind of message will he pull out of it? Hopefully the right one, if he were to get a different meaning that would be very bad. Maybe I should tell them about myself.'
An image of Quatre fainting, Trowa and Milliardo throwing a spell and Heero passing out formed in Duo's head. 'Then again maybe they don't need to know all that soon. I wonder when the right time will be. I know you'll tell me.'
Duo's eyes sifted toward the sky as he silently spoke. His creator and controller was watching him closely. Making sure he did everything he had to do. His job was to save the world from destruction he had accepted that.
'Why did you put me in this position? Is this where my life is really supposed to be... go?'
Suddenly a bolt of light shot down from the sky and hit the ground under a tree singeing the grass.
"Sorry I asked! I know don't question the Almighty, shesh!"
'Can't a man even think to himself without others listening in? What is wrong with a little privacy?'
Another bolt came to the land striking the same spot.
"I guess not, sorry I asked! I didn't realize you were all so touchy. I'll watch myself more closely you might bolt away something important." Duo spoke out loud with a laugh.
It was then that another bolt found it's way to the ground, in the exact same spot.
"Oh dear, I think I will be going now." With those words still lingering in the air Duo's body disappeared for where it had been floating.
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"Heero? Where are you?" Quatre called walking down the staircase. His eyes scanned the open area of the first floor the boy was nowhere around. 'Damn it! Where did he go?' Quatre was growing angry as his search continued. Finally he left the House as he had searched every room with no luck. Walking out toward his personal garden a form came into view. 'What id he doing out here?' Quickening his pace he closed the distance between them.
"Heero what are you doing?" Quatre asked standing behind him with his hands on his hips.
"Nothing..." was the quick simple answer.
"Why are you out here? Do you like gardens?" Quatre asked softening his tone.
"No not really. Mother punished me once for going into her garden. I accidentally crushed some of the flowers in this one and didn't want anyone to get mad."
Quatre looked down at Heero's hands. They were carefully sculpturing a few flowers that had been crushed. "Oh Heero, it's fine. This is my garden. It's only a few flowers no harm had been done."
Heero continued even at Quatre's kind words. Kneeling beside him Quatre collected Heero's hand in his. Getting the boys attention as Heero turned to look at the blonde.
"Heero it's really fine. It is only a few flowers. Come lets go back inside the air is growing colder. They all will soon be dead anyway." Quatre stood pulling the prince up with him. They walked back to the House silent. 'I felt fear and saw pain in those beautiful eyes. Why is he feeling this way? Where have those feelings come from?' Quatre worried over these things at the entered the House.
"Heero I would like to get to know you better," Quatre said turning to him.
"Fine."
'Something was defiantly wrong.' Quatre noted to himself.
"How about we go talk in the study?"
"Fine."
They walked to the study again silence carried between them. Entering the study Quatre took one of the large plush chairs. Heero sat down in another of the large chairs that cluttered the room of books.
"Do you want to ask me some questions first?" Quatre asked finally breaking the silence.
"Why am I here?" He didn't even flinch or look away from the blonde mage.
'That question must have been plaguing him since we left weeks ago. How to answer it?'
Quatre looked deep into the boy's cobalt eyes, "Well it's a very sensitive issue."
"Did my father ask you?"
"No! We went to him."
"Why did you do that?"
"Is that what you thought? You thought your father was sending you away. No, he didn't want to let you go. But he knew if he did he would have lost you." Quatre said comforting some of Heero's fears.
"Loose me?" Heero asked his eyebrow arched.
"Yes. Trowa and I had visions of your death," Quatre answered omitting the death of the world from his words.
"How?"
"We are not sure... but we felt it best you come with us. We will be able to protect you."
"Why does it matter?"
"Because you're the only heir."
"Oh..." Heero's eyes fell to the floor.
"Plus all life is important."
"I don't want to know anymore," Heero said to Quatre's relief.
Suddenly another body entered the room as Kieandra charged into Heero's lap. His eyes see, to brighten at the animal's entrance. His hands rested comfortable on her head and back.
"Who is this?" Quatre asked taking charge of the conversation.
"Kieandra, I've had her since I was young. She is my best friend and my protector. I love her dearly."
"Yes I can see that and she loves you just as much. I take it you and Milliardo are close?"
"Yes he had raised me all my life. He's like a parent to me."
"Maybe that is why your father sent him with us."
"I don't really know. I'm glad he is here though."
"What do you think of Trowa and myself?"
"You're different... but I've never known any mages personally. Let alone any mages in love."
"You think... we're in love?" Quatre stuttered leaning forward in the chair.
"Well yes."
"Wow... are you in love with someone?" Quatre asked collecting himself quickly.
"No."
"What do you think about Duo?"
"Duo... I don't know what to think about him. He is a strange creature."
"Strange creature?" Those words caught Quatre's attention.
"Well I guess creature is a bad choice of word... person."
"Oh... so do you miss your home."
"Yes, I miss my mother the most."
"Maybe soon you can return there."
"You think so?" Heero asked his hands petting then fluffing Kieandra's fur.
"Maybe..."
"Do you mind if we cut this short I have something I need to do?" Heero asked suddenly.
"Uh... yes sure, sorry to keep you."
Heero pushed Kieandra onto the floor and stood up, "I enjoyed this, thank you for asking me to talk."
"You're welcome," Quatre told Heero's fleeting back as he and his protector disappeared upstairs.
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With long strides Trowa walked down the hall, his eyes focused ahead of him. Walking with purpose he reached his room in the House. Opening the door he stepped into the room to find it empty. 'Where the hell is Quatre, we had made a plan...' Large exhales of air grabbed Trowa's attention. Whirling around he looked at his lover's flush face and heaving body.
"I'm sorry Trowa... I was talking to Heero... and forgot," Quatre spoke through grasps of breath as he leaned against the doorframe.
"That's alright, sit down and rest," Trowa told him gesturing toward a chair.
"I found... out some interesting... stuff.."
"Rest then tell me." Trowa took hold of Quatre's arm and set him on one of the chairs.
The blonde slouched over a bit pulling air in big gulps. Finally his breathing began to return to its normal un-thought pattern.
"So what did you find out?" Trowa asked sitting down on the bed.
"That he has grown depressed because he thought his family sent him away. Milliardo is like a father to him and Kieandra is his best friend. Also that he knows about us being together." Quatre paused as Trowa's emerald eyes widened. "He's not in love, he misses his mother, fears hurting others feelings, and thing Duo is a strange person."
"Wow! He told you all that?"
"Actually yes and no. I had found him out at my garden trying to save a couple of flowers he accidentally crushed. He was afraid of hurting my feelings. Se we went to the study and talked some. We even had a visitor." Quatre explained resting his head on his hands on the chair arm.
"Let me guess that pet of his."
"Yes and then he told me about her. Kieandra, that's her name, loves him very much. She would even die for him. I could tell by the way she jumped into his lap."
"At least we know more out our prince. We need to learn more about Duo."
"Yes we do... maybe we should approach him like I did Heero."
"Maybe but do you think he will be honest?"
"Don't really know. We could try it, it's something to attempt."
"You're right it is. Lets do it tomorrow after we've had a good nights sleep. It's almost dinner time."
"Oh you're right we should head downstairs."
Both boys left the room allowing the door to shut behind them. Neither were sure what to expect dinner would hold.
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