1 Star's Gaze
Chapter Three: Locked Away in the White-sand Moon
Kattie
Disclaimer: music fades in Kattie: throws each pilot a microphone Sing it boys!
Pilots: ^^*
Kattie: facefault Come on! Please? Sing it!
music gets louder
Pilots: ^^*
Kattie:… well… fine then. dresses cosplay as each pilot at the same time. …. Scary YOU DON'T OWN ME! sings I'M NOT JUST ONE OF YOUR MANY TOYS! YOU DON'T OWN ME! DON'T SAY I CAN'T GO WITH… other boys? Uh wait… this isn't yaoi I swear! (Not that I dislike yaoi or anything)
Okay… feeling weird. But I don't own Gundam Wing! So now you know!
Note: Thank you so much for reviewing the last chapter! I was very very very pleased! huggles everyone- but mostly reviewers THANK YOU!
Note: Ah… yes 103 degrees is very hot but Duo is FIFTEEN so it's technically not life-threatening… I think… well it is but… he's not dead. Does that make sense? He should go to the hospital but he's not. sighs Sorry- I'm trying to make this clear but I'm far too hyper.
Note: Uh, go ahead and skip Quatre's logical plot for escape if you want. It is not really relevant ^^*.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Saffire for those two very meaningful reviews! Made my day ^__^ (And of course- Saffire has been reviewing every chapter forever) This one's for you! points at Saffire and begins singing again BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM AND DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY AND DON'T… fades off into the chapter
In a Safe House- far away from the Winner Estate
"Where the hell is he?" Duo asked, slamming his drink down on the table. He was feeling horrible, having spent the majority of his night with his face in a toilet. It was getting harder and harder to pretend like he was feeling fine.
There was no way he'd tell any of the three pilots present how he was feeling. Not unless there was no other alternative. He'd have to wait for Quatre to return. He could share this with Quatre. Quatre would understand, but he couldn't tell anyone else.
'Act natural!' Duo mentally screamed at himself.
"I don't know," Wufei replied, seeming somewhat angry, "He was supposed to be back three days ago."
"He hasn't seen his father in a long time," Hiiro snapped, in Quatre's defense, "If he wants to spend a few more days there then it isn't our place to object."
"He could at least call." Wufei pointed out.
Those words brought Hiiro to silence. There was no way to argue with honest facts. Quatre hadn't called to tell them he'd be staying with his father longer. He was usually so responsible. It was somewhat disappointing.
"Maybe he doesn't plan on coming back." Trowa said quietly, from his seat across the room.
Even as he said it he knew how hard it would be if his theory were true. His connection would be broken, and not just for a small while, it would be broken for eternity. It was killing him to have Quatre gone so long. He was so lonely without his one true friend.
'Prove me wrong, Quatre,' Trowa thought, 'Please come back.'
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Winner Estate
It was time.
Quatre had spent the last three days watching. Through watching, he had learned everything he needed to know for escape. There were at least 5 ways to get out of this house that he was sure of. Two of them were too dangerous to try first, but his best plan was ready to commence.
The guard at the front door would change the codes on the lock two times a day, once in the morning, and once at night. During this period of time, which usually took around 2 minutes, he would spend about thirty seconds writing the new codes in an intricately locked computer program, so that Mr. Winner would have access if he needed, and so that the other guards could see them.
While the guard in the house completed this, the guards outside would pay particular attention to the front door. The three other door's locks were then changed by the guards watching them, using the codes the first guard had programmed. During this short period of time, all of the doors were closely watched.
Which made it very easy to escape through a window, unnoticed.
Of course, the windows could not be escaped through easily. Mr. Winner had placed bars over the windows on both the first, second, and third floors, foreseeing this escape route. However, the fourth floor windows were not barred, considering no one could safely jump from that high. Not safely, but it could be done.
Slowly, Quatre made his way to the fourth floor bathroom and locked the door behind him. He waited a few moments, staring at his watch, for the correct time to come. When it read 8:35 PM, he slid the window open.
It was a long distance to the ground. A dangerously long distance. However, there was a drainpipe on the side of the house that Quatre's window was attached to. Keeping an eye on the guards, Quatre began climbing down, as quickly as possible. He made it to the third floor, before he began to lose his grip.
Sliding his hand around the pipe to regain the grip, his other hand slipped off completely and he was left holding himself with one hand for a moment, before falling to the ground.
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Inside the Mansion
Mr. Winner turned to look at the window as he heard something hit the drainpipe hard. Without giving it a second thought, he assumed it was a bird. 'I'll check on it in the morning.' He told himself.
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Outside
Quatre dragged himself into the bushes. 'That wasn't so bad.' He thought, trying to convince himself it was true.
It actually was pretty bad. During the fall, he had attempted to grab the pipe again and instead of regaining a hold, he had merely hit the drainpipe with his hand, causing it great pain. As he landed, his ankle twisted in the wrong direction and snapped, leaving it broken and useless.
There was no way he could escape now. It was an impossibility with a broken ankle. Even if he somehow managed to make it off of the grounds, he wouldn't be able to get far enough away in enough time.
'Damn it,' he cursed himself, 'They'll think I abandoned them… I'm sorry, Trowa, Hiiro, Duo, Wufei… I tried.'
As Quatre stared ahead of him, thinking, an idea struck him. Even if he couldn't escape now, he could at least tell the other pilots what had happened so they wouldn't worry. There was a telephone right outside of the grounds, less than a block away, on the street's corner. He could make it there and tell them what had happened.
Standing up, he ignored the pain, and quickly made his way to the gate. 'Just climb the fence and you can tell them what happened. Don't let them worry about you.'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Far away
The pilots ignored the telephone as it rang a second time.
"Get the phone, Maxwell." Hiiro snapped, not looking up from his laptop's screen.
"You get it, Yuy." Duo replied, shifting positions on his chair.
"Chang." Hiiro didn't even bother to say the sentence again.
"No."
"Barton."
Trowa, who had already risen from his seat to get the phone when they began arguing, picked up the phone at the same moment his name was spoken. He didn't say anything after answering the phone, but instead, waited for the person on the other line to say something first.
"Trowa?" A voice asked, knowing who was on the other line from the silence.
Recognizing the voice, Trowa's eyes widened. "Quatre?"
At their blonde comrade's name, the other three pilots perked up immediately and ran to the phone.
"Quatre's on the phone?" Duo asked, practically jumping up and down.
"Yeah, it's me, Trowa," Quatre said, on the telephone, "I was just calling to-"
"Where are you?" Hiiro asked, taking the receiver from Trowa.
"I'm at my father's house. I'm sorry but-"
"When are you coming back?" Duo asked, stealing the receiver from a very angry Hiiro.
"I don't know. Right now I'm-"
Again Quatre was interrupted.
Wufei had the phone this time. "Why didn't you call earlier?" He asked.
"I tried to but-"
"Are you planning on coming back?" Trowa questioned, reclaiming what was rightfully his. He'd answered it, hadn't he?
"OfcourseI'mplanningoncomingbackbutmyfatherdoesn'twantmetoosohe'sputupaguard tokeepmefromleaving!" Quatre said quickly, trying to get it out before anyone else interrupted him.
"… Repeat that." Trowa replied.
"I'm trying to get back but my father doesn't want me too. He put up a guard and he's trying to keep me from escaping the house. I'm going to try to make it back as soon as I can but right now I can't make it farther than this telephone."
"He's…what?" Trowa asked, not believing what he was hearing.
"He's keeping me here. I can't get away now because I broke my ankle getting here but don't worry, I'll be back soon." Quatre explained.
"We can come get you." Trowa offered.
"No," Quatre objected, "I'll be fine. Thank you for offering but you probably have missions and they're more important than this."
"We haven't had a mission in weeks." Trowa explained.
"My father might have you arrested," Quatre admitted, "Don't worry about me. I just wanted to let you know where I am."
"We can't just leave you there, Quatre."
"You won't have to. I'll be back before you-" Before Quatre could finish the sentence the line was disconnected.
Trowa held the receiver for a moment, listening to the dial tone. Quatre was gone. Slowly, he hung up the phone and turned to the other pilots. "We have to leave."
Without questioning this order at all, they nodded.
"Where are we going?" Duo asked.
"Winner Estate," Trowa answered, "We have to go get Quatre. His father doesn't want him to return and has made it impossible for him to leave on his own."
"Our first mission in weeks," Duo grinned, "I couldn't ask for a more important one."
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End of Chapter
Yes, that was very short, and probably boring. yawns But the next chapter should be up soon. In fact, maybe I'll write it right now. hits file:new Should be up by tomorrow!
Note: If you hate this chapter, I'll rewrite it for you. I haven't read it but it wasn't very exciting to write. I apologize for any boredom it may have caused you.
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Chapter Three: Locked Away in the White-sand Moon
Kattie
Disclaimer: music fades in Kattie: throws each pilot a microphone Sing it boys!
Pilots: ^^*
Kattie: facefault Come on! Please? Sing it!
music gets louder
Pilots: ^^*
Kattie:… well… fine then. dresses cosplay as each pilot at the same time. …. Scary YOU DON'T OWN ME! sings I'M NOT JUST ONE OF YOUR MANY TOYS! YOU DON'T OWN ME! DON'T SAY I CAN'T GO WITH… other boys? Uh wait… this isn't yaoi I swear! (Not that I dislike yaoi or anything)
Okay… feeling weird. But I don't own Gundam Wing! So now you know!
Note: Thank you so much for reviewing the last chapter! I was very very very pleased! huggles everyone- but mostly reviewers THANK YOU!
Note: Ah… yes 103 degrees is very hot but Duo is FIFTEEN so it's technically not life-threatening… I think… well it is but… he's not dead. Does that make sense? He should go to the hospital but he's not. sighs Sorry- I'm trying to make this clear but I'm far too hyper.
Note: Uh, go ahead and skip Quatre's logical plot for escape if you want. It is not really relevant ^^*.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Saffire for those two very meaningful reviews! Made my day ^__^ (And of course- Saffire has been reviewing every chapter forever) This one's for you! points at Saffire and begins singing again BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM AND DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY AND DON'T… fades off into the chapter
In a Safe House- far away from the Winner Estate
"Where the hell is he?" Duo asked, slamming his drink down on the table. He was feeling horrible, having spent the majority of his night with his face in a toilet. It was getting harder and harder to pretend like he was feeling fine.
There was no way he'd tell any of the three pilots present how he was feeling. Not unless there was no other alternative. He'd have to wait for Quatre to return. He could share this with Quatre. Quatre would understand, but he couldn't tell anyone else.
'Act natural!' Duo mentally screamed at himself.
"I don't know," Wufei replied, seeming somewhat angry, "He was supposed to be back three days ago."
"He hasn't seen his father in a long time," Hiiro snapped, in Quatre's defense, "If he wants to spend a few more days there then it isn't our place to object."
"He could at least call." Wufei pointed out.
Those words brought Hiiro to silence. There was no way to argue with honest facts. Quatre hadn't called to tell them he'd be staying with his father longer. He was usually so responsible. It was somewhat disappointing.
"Maybe he doesn't plan on coming back." Trowa said quietly, from his seat across the room.
Even as he said it he knew how hard it would be if his theory were true. His connection would be broken, and not just for a small while, it would be broken for eternity. It was killing him to have Quatre gone so long. He was so lonely without his one true friend.
'Prove me wrong, Quatre,' Trowa thought, 'Please come back.'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Estate
It was time.
Quatre had spent the last three days watching. Through watching, he had learned everything he needed to know for escape. There were at least 5 ways to get out of this house that he was sure of. Two of them were too dangerous to try first, but his best plan was ready to commence.
The guard at the front door would change the codes on the lock two times a day, once in the morning, and once at night. During this period of time, which usually took around 2 minutes, he would spend about thirty seconds writing the new codes in an intricately locked computer program, so that Mr. Winner would have access if he needed, and so that the other guards could see them.
While the guard in the house completed this, the guards outside would pay particular attention to the front door. The three other door's locks were then changed by the guards watching them, using the codes the first guard had programmed. During this short period of time, all of the doors were closely watched.
Which made it very easy to escape through a window, unnoticed.
Of course, the windows could not be escaped through easily. Mr. Winner had placed bars over the windows on both the first, second, and third floors, foreseeing this escape route. However, the fourth floor windows were not barred, considering no one could safely jump from that high. Not safely, but it could be done.
Slowly, Quatre made his way to the fourth floor bathroom and locked the door behind him. He waited a few moments, staring at his watch, for the correct time to come. When it read 8:35 PM, he slid the window open.
It was a long distance to the ground. A dangerously long distance. However, there was a drainpipe on the side of the house that Quatre's window was attached to. Keeping an eye on the guards, Quatre began climbing down, as quickly as possible. He made it to the third floor, before he began to lose his grip.
Sliding his hand around the pipe to regain the grip, his other hand slipped off completely and he was left holding himself with one hand for a moment, before falling to the ground.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Inside the Mansion
Mr. Winner turned to look at the window as he heard something hit the drainpipe hard. Without giving it a second thought, he assumed it was a bird. 'I'll check on it in the morning.' He told himself.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Outside
Quatre dragged himself into the bushes. 'That wasn't so bad.' He thought, trying to convince himself it was true.
It actually was pretty bad. During the fall, he had attempted to grab the pipe again and instead of regaining a hold, he had merely hit the drainpipe with his hand, causing it great pain. As he landed, his ankle twisted in the wrong direction and snapped, leaving it broken and useless.
There was no way he could escape now. It was an impossibility with a broken ankle. Even if he somehow managed to make it off of the grounds, he wouldn't be able to get far enough away in enough time.
'Damn it,' he cursed himself, 'They'll think I abandoned them… I'm sorry, Trowa, Hiiro, Duo, Wufei… I tried.'
As Quatre stared ahead of him, thinking, an idea struck him. Even if he couldn't escape now, he could at least tell the other pilots what had happened so they wouldn't worry. There was a telephone right outside of the grounds, less than a block away, on the street's corner. He could make it there and tell them what had happened.
Standing up, he ignored the pain, and quickly made his way to the gate. 'Just climb the fence and you can tell them what happened. Don't let them worry about you.'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Far away
The pilots ignored the telephone as it rang a second time.
"Get the phone, Maxwell." Hiiro snapped, not looking up from his laptop's screen.
"You get it, Yuy." Duo replied, shifting positions on his chair.
"Chang." Hiiro didn't even bother to say the sentence again.
"No."
"Barton."
Trowa, who had already risen from his seat to get the phone when they began arguing, picked up the phone at the same moment his name was spoken. He didn't say anything after answering the phone, but instead, waited for the person on the other line to say something first.
"Trowa?" A voice asked, knowing who was on the other line from the silence.
Recognizing the voice, Trowa's eyes widened. "Quatre?"
At their blonde comrade's name, the other three pilots perked up immediately and ran to the phone.
"Quatre's on the phone?" Duo asked, practically jumping up and down.
"Yeah, it's me, Trowa," Quatre said, on the telephone, "I was just calling to-"
"Where are you?" Hiiro asked, taking the receiver from Trowa.
"I'm at my father's house. I'm sorry but-"
"When are you coming back?" Duo asked, stealing the receiver from a very angry Hiiro.
"I don't know. Right now I'm-"
Again Quatre was interrupted.
Wufei had the phone this time. "Why didn't you call earlier?" He asked.
"I tried to but-"
"Are you planning on coming back?" Trowa questioned, reclaiming what was rightfully his. He'd answered it, hadn't he?
"OfcourseI'mplanningoncomingbackbutmyfatherdoesn'twantmetoosohe'sputupaguard tokeepmefromleaving!" Quatre said quickly, trying to get it out before anyone else interrupted him.
"… Repeat that." Trowa replied.
"I'm trying to get back but my father doesn't want me too. He put up a guard and he's trying to keep me from escaping the house. I'm going to try to make it back as soon as I can but right now I can't make it farther than this telephone."
"He's…what?" Trowa asked, not believing what he was hearing.
"He's keeping me here. I can't get away now because I broke my ankle getting here but don't worry, I'll be back soon." Quatre explained.
"We can come get you." Trowa offered.
"No," Quatre objected, "I'll be fine. Thank you for offering but you probably have missions and they're more important than this."
"We haven't had a mission in weeks." Trowa explained.
"My father might have you arrested," Quatre admitted, "Don't worry about me. I just wanted to let you know where I am."
"We can't just leave you there, Quatre."
"You won't have to. I'll be back before you-" Before Quatre could finish the sentence the line was disconnected.
Trowa held the receiver for a moment, listening to the dial tone. Quatre was gone. Slowly, he hung up the phone and turned to the other pilots. "We have to leave."
Without questioning this order at all, they nodded.
"Where are we going?" Duo asked.
"Winner Estate," Trowa answered, "We have to go get Quatre. His father doesn't want him to return and has made it impossible for him to leave on his own."
"Our first mission in weeks," Duo grinned, "I couldn't ask for a more important one."
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End of Chapter
Yes, that was very short, and probably boring. yawns But the next chapter should be up soon. In fact, maybe I'll write it right now. hits file:new Should be up by tomorrow!
Note: If you hate this chapter, I'll rewrite it for you. I haven't read it but it wasn't very exciting to write. I apologize for any boredom it may have caused you.
Remember reviews=inspiration=more chapters!