Max ran to Mica as soon did Meg and Kat. Mica was bawling her hardest. The
other three tried to calm her down but she just wouldnt shut up! They tried
knocking her out since they were trained in mortal combat (they're not JUST
gundam pilots) they knew how to do this correctly. Meg took a swing and
missed, hitting Mica's spinal cord causing her to bawl even louder. Meg
backed up in shock acting as if she did nothing, shoving Kat in Mica's
path. Kat closed her eyes and thwacked around, hoping not to get hurt. All
of a sudden, the horrible screeching sound stopped. Kat opened here eyes
cautiously, then blinked cluelessly as she looked at a knocked-out "widow".
"Nice job, Kat", Max complimented. Meg was astonished. "Well, someone'd better help me take her up" Max suggested cruelly. The other two girls shot up as if at attention and grabbed a different part of Mica to be carried to her room.
"Where am I?" Mica asked. She was terrified and couldn't see straight.
"You're home, silly" A familiar voice said. It sounded just like Quatre. It looked like him too! Oh, It was Quatre! Mica grabbed the figure's neck and embraced it tightly. She then kissed the figure passionately. It squirmed and fidgeted. Mica was thrown back onto the bed. She rubbed her eyes to make sure all was real and if Quatre had really resisted her lead only to find a tomato-red Duo and an angry Kat standing at the door.
"Oh my God! Kat I'm soooo sorry! He looked just like Quatre and I thought he was back from fighting. I didn't mean to kiss Duo!" Mica pleaded for forgiveness from her friend.
"Yeah, sure." Kat mumbled.
"C'mere Kat. I had the WORST nightmare! I have to tell you all about it! Duo leave!" Mica commanded.
Duo left the room, still flushing from Mica's accidental kiss.
"Kat, I had a horrible dream that I found a letter and Quatre was dead, but its all right now, right?" Mica peered into her gothic friend's watery eyes.
"Mica... we've been hiding something from you." Kat said glumly. Meg and Max entered the room.
Max sat on the bed and looked at Mica solemnly. "Quatre is gone, Mica. I'm sorry"
"no..." Mica whispered. Tears seeped into her already reddened eyes and the other three boys entered the room. The group looked like an 8-wheeler truck without and eighth wheel.
They talked for a while and brought up just about every topic possible except Quatre. When he finally did come into play Mica got an idea.
"Trowa, you were fighting with Quatre when it happened right?"
"Yeah" He answered, looking down.
"Is the body preserved?" Trowa looked at her like she was nuts.
"Of course it is. Sandrock didn't blow, she's too strong. A blade cut his stomach." Mica winced at the new-found information.
"we're having a funeral" Mica announced. "On the water"
The next morning at sunrise, a hearse arrived with a coffin. They all took a handle and marched solemnly to the waterfront. The canoe. Mica was in the canoe Quatre and her had made. They were the only ones to have ridden in it. She got out and the others put the black coffin on the dock. Mica said a few prayers and everyone joined in. Then, each person said ten things they liked best about Quatre. These good thoughts made all of them a bit happier as they lifted the coffin, placing it into the birch canoe.
Since the top was removable, Heero lifted it so that everyone could say their last goodbyes.
The line went through, one after another. Heero, Duo, Kat, Meg, Max, Trowa and finally Mica. She bent down and kissed his forehead leaving a mark there. She closed the lid and locked it up knowing she would be the last person to ever see his face again. Mica loosened the loop of the rope holding the canoe to the dock and set it free.
Free. That's what Quatre was now; and he would be waiting for all of them.
Walking back to the cabin, They all turned to take one last glance at the canoe before it washed away. Meg, Max, Kat, Heero, Duo, and Trowa then turned and walked up the steps to the back door. Mica stood alone on the stone when all of a sudden it started to snow. In July?! Yes it was snow, and as it glistened and blew about, a feather flew down into Mica's hands and she knew he was all right.
"Goodbye Quatre. Goodbye for now."
"Nice job, Kat", Max complimented. Meg was astonished. "Well, someone'd better help me take her up" Max suggested cruelly. The other two girls shot up as if at attention and grabbed a different part of Mica to be carried to her room.
"Where am I?" Mica asked. She was terrified and couldn't see straight.
"You're home, silly" A familiar voice said. It sounded just like Quatre. It looked like him too! Oh, It was Quatre! Mica grabbed the figure's neck and embraced it tightly. She then kissed the figure passionately. It squirmed and fidgeted. Mica was thrown back onto the bed. She rubbed her eyes to make sure all was real and if Quatre had really resisted her lead only to find a tomato-red Duo and an angry Kat standing at the door.
"Oh my God! Kat I'm soooo sorry! He looked just like Quatre and I thought he was back from fighting. I didn't mean to kiss Duo!" Mica pleaded for forgiveness from her friend.
"Yeah, sure." Kat mumbled.
"C'mere Kat. I had the WORST nightmare! I have to tell you all about it! Duo leave!" Mica commanded.
Duo left the room, still flushing from Mica's accidental kiss.
"Kat, I had a horrible dream that I found a letter and Quatre was dead, but its all right now, right?" Mica peered into her gothic friend's watery eyes.
"Mica... we've been hiding something from you." Kat said glumly. Meg and Max entered the room.
Max sat on the bed and looked at Mica solemnly. "Quatre is gone, Mica. I'm sorry"
"no..." Mica whispered. Tears seeped into her already reddened eyes and the other three boys entered the room. The group looked like an 8-wheeler truck without and eighth wheel.
They talked for a while and brought up just about every topic possible except Quatre. When he finally did come into play Mica got an idea.
"Trowa, you were fighting with Quatre when it happened right?"
"Yeah" He answered, looking down.
"Is the body preserved?" Trowa looked at her like she was nuts.
"Of course it is. Sandrock didn't blow, she's too strong. A blade cut his stomach." Mica winced at the new-found information.
"we're having a funeral" Mica announced. "On the water"
The next morning at sunrise, a hearse arrived with a coffin. They all took a handle and marched solemnly to the waterfront. The canoe. Mica was in the canoe Quatre and her had made. They were the only ones to have ridden in it. She got out and the others put the black coffin on the dock. Mica said a few prayers and everyone joined in. Then, each person said ten things they liked best about Quatre. These good thoughts made all of them a bit happier as they lifted the coffin, placing it into the birch canoe.
Since the top was removable, Heero lifted it so that everyone could say their last goodbyes.
The line went through, one after another. Heero, Duo, Kat, Meg, Max, Trowa and finally Mica. She bent down and kissed his forehead leaving a mark there. She closed the lid and locked it up knowing she would be the last person to ever see his face again. Mica loosened the loop of the rope holding the canoe to the dock and set it free.
Free. That's what Quatre was now; and he would be waiting for all of them.
Walking back to the cabin, They all turned to take one last glance at the canoe before it washed away. Meg, Max, Kat, Heero, Duo, and Trowa then turned and walked up the steps to the back door. Mica stood alone on the stone when all of a sudden it started to snow. In July?! Yes it was snow, and as it glistened and blew about, a feather flew down into Mica's hands and she knew he was all right.
"Goodbye Quatre. Goodbye for now."
