1 Star's Gaze
Chapter 6: I'll Never Forget That You Were All Here With Me
Kattie
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Owner: No! BWAHHAHA
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Note: Oi… sooo much homework…. So many projects…. And only 2 weeks left… Sorry it's taken so long to get this up. I'll try to make it as long as possible… groans even though I haven't finished my 3rd, 4th, and 5th assignment for math… sob
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Winner Estate- Peace Zone
Iria and her younger brother sat in silence as she tended to his broken ankle. A hint of displeasure could be detected in her eyes. "You should have had this treated earlier. By walking on it, you've made it worse!"
"I'm sorry." Quatre said quietly, not even bothering to look at her as he was lost in his thoughts. His beautiful blue eyes were focused on his ankle, watching his sister mend it, but not really seeing. The young pilot's mind couldn't stop lingering on his father. The man who had gave him his life and now sought to take it back from him.
The words his father had last uttered still echoed over and over gain in Quatre's mind.
"He isn't going anywhere with those heartless idiots he calls his friends!"
He had said that Quatre's closest and most loved friends were using him. That the people he cared most about in this world were frauds.
Now, Quatre was a forgiving person. He had forgiven his father all those years ago when he was neglected and left alone in his large house while his sisters were sent away to boarding schools. His only friends were the servants and they usually had chores to do and couldn't play with him. That was all right though, Quatre could forgive his father for that.
He could forgive his father for practically disowning him for being a Gundam pilot. It didn't matter that his father had completely insulted Quatre, telling him he was a murderer in a subtle, yet somehow obvious way. His father had told him that the Gundams were like a knife, completely a weapon, and wouldn't even listen to Quatre explain that they were more like shields. That was okay, Quatre could forgive that.
And, deep in Quatre's heart, he knew he could have forgiven his father eventually for locking him up in this house, not allowing him to see the light of day except through a window. Even that, Quatre could forgive.
But this comment was too offensive. It wasn't an insult or mockery against Quatre, but his friends, whose personalities his father remained ignorant of. He assumed a selfish and contemptuous opinion without even speaking with them to gain an opinion. After the incident on the "Lost Hunter", it seemed incredibly naïve. Mr. Winner should at least be grateful for them saving his son's life, but instead he refused to even see them as respectable people.
With those few sentences- few words, Mr. Winner had crossed the line. In Quatre's mind, he had ventured from forgivable to inexcusable.
"Okay, Quatre, I have to put your bone back in place now," Iria explained, looking into her brother's eyes sympathetically, "This is going to hurt so grab on to something and squeeze it really hard."
With a nod, Quatre remained silent, thinking more about his father. He didn't even feel the pain as his bone was placed in its proper position. Only the loud crack broke his trance. He glanced down at Iria to see her wrapping a piece of fabric around the ankle.
"Try to stay off it for a few months, okay?" Iria stood up and kissed Quatre on the forehead.
"I will." He replied, emotionlessly.
Frowning, Iria ruffled her brother's hair under her hand. "Don't worry, I'm sure father will let you out of here soon," She began to walk away, but turned around when she reached the door, "But you might like to know, there's been a security breach. All the guards are seeing to that and might not notice a young blonde pilot sneaking out." Iria gave him an all-knowing smile and left.
"Thank you." Quatre called after her, staring at the door with a grin slowly spreading over his face.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Estate- War Zone
"Y-yes, sir!" The guard stuttered. "Right away."
The cold steel of Hiiro's gun to a man's head always had such rewarding effects. This time didn't seem to be any different.
"Ed!" The guard called to the man controlling the electronically secured gate. "Would you care to let these gentlemen in?"
"Do they have an appointment?" Ed asked, obviously not noticing the gun to his comrade's forehead.
A look of helplessness covered the guard's face. Apparently, he was one of those people who became useless when their life was at stake. A coward. The expression on his face could be read like an obituary.
"Yes." Hiiro grunted, becoming annoyed by the other man's fear.
"Yes!" The guard yelled to Ed. "All five of them!"
"There are four of us." Wufei snapped, setting his glare upon the guard.
"All four of them!"
The gate slid open quickly, like the doors at a grocery store, allowing the pilots passage to Quatre's large house. They stepped inside and immediately drew their guns. Well, except for Hiiro, his was already drawn.
They walked across the yard to the mansion at a fast pace. Each of them watched in different directions, making sure there wasn't some unseen assassin on the prowl. After what seemed like decades of crossing Quatre's enormous yard, they finally reached the front door.
"Open it." Hiiro commanded.
"Hey, Larry! Let me in!" The guard yelled to his comrade, hidden indoors.
"You aren't off until 10 today! There's no way I'm letting you get off early again, Stan!" Larry shouted back, his voice muffled by the door.
Stan fell silent, staring at the door in another attack of idiocy and cowardice.
"Mr. Winner has visitors." Hiiro explained to his moronic hostage.
"Mr. Winner has visitors!"
Larry creaked the door open slowly only to find a gun to his face a second later.
Duo grinned at his captive. "Is Mr. Winner home? We've come to play."
"Oh, there you are." A voice said.
The pilots turned to see Mr. Winner walking gracefully down the stairs. He grinned at them, seeming oblivious to the guns, even though they weren't 50 feet away from him. "I've been expecting you."
Hiiro, who wasn't used to being expected and rather disliked it, scowled at his friend's father. "Where's Quatre?"
"Sleeping." Mr. Winner replied, not missing a beat with his lie.
Letting his gun fall away from Stan's face, Hiiro pointed it at Mr. Winner and fixed a glare upon him. "I'm going to ask you again. Where is Quatre?"
"Do you think you can impress me with your unnecessary firearms?" Mr. Winner asked, walking towards them. "I would have thought you'd be smarter than that. Quatre speaks so highly of you."
"Where is he?" Hiiro snapped.
"If I tell you where my son is, you'll take him away. He'd go back to war and die fighting your barbaric war," Mr. Winner said, calmly, "I'd rather let you shoot me than let that happen."
"Drop your weapons!" A guard entering the room shouted.
From every which way, over 20 more sentinels intruded on Mr. Winner and the pilots' conversation. Their guns were all pointed at the pilots, who in turn had their guns aimed at Mr. Winner.
"Call them off." Hiiro ordered.
Grinning, Mr. Winner took another step towards Hiiro. "Put your weapons down, and they'll let you live."
For a moment, Hiiro just stared at Quatre's father in surprise. "I told you to call them off."
"I know very well what you said," Mr. Winner explained, "I, however, am not going to call them off, so I suggest you set down your weapons. If you kill me, there will be nothing to keep them from shooting you. Go ahead and shoot me. I know you're capable. You've already murdered many people. I'm not going to let you murder Quatre as well."
Duo opened his mouth to protest but Mr. Winner interrupted him-
"Put your weapons down."
Realizing there was no other option, the pilots complied, letting their weapons out of their hands for the first time any of them could recall since the war began.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Mansion- Peace Zone
In the yard, Quatre slid silently out of the vent and onto the grass. It had taken some skill to get the hatch open in his room, using a pen as a screwdriver, but now he was almost free.
There didn't seem to be any guards in the yard at all, as he stealthily ran across the grass. With the hope of freedom so attainable in his mind, Quatre didn't even notice the pain in his ankle, or even think about what his sister had said.
In less than a minute he had scaled the land from the house to the fence and was surprised to see it already open. Trying to ignore the fact, despite a growing fear for his father's safety- despite all his father had done, that this could mean a large number of intruders, Quatre stepped to the land outside of the gates he knew so well and ran down the sidewalk, away from the prison disguised as his home.
A smile made its way to his face as he thought of his friends. 'Hold on a little bit longer, Duo,' he thought, 'I'll be there soon to take care of you.'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Manor- War Zone
Mr. Winner led the pilots into what looked like a conference room. There was a large table in the center with chair scattered around. There was a small pile of papers near the head of the table, where Mr. Winner sat.
"You don't know how pleased I am that you've come here." He smiled at his "guests".
"Where is Quatre?" Hiiro asked, once again.
"Are those the only three words you know?" Mr. Winner snapped. "Quatre is probably upstairs somewhere plotting another escape so he can get back to you. The last attempt almost cost him his life, yet he still insists that he needs to go back to piloting his Gundam. I don't see why he's so eager to lose his life."
"Is he alright?" Trowa asked, quietly, in his usual monotonous voice.
"He's fine," Mr. Winner replied, "He broke his ankle but that's far less damage than he'd have if he went back to piloting that murder machine. At least he's not dead."
"We would never let Quatre get hurt." Duo protested.
"Not yet," Mr. Winner glared at the pilots, "But eventually he'll end up being a casualty of war. You want to let that happen to him? If you're his friends you'd understand that he is safer here."
"I'd like to let him stay here," Hiiro admitted, "but I can't. We can't win this war without him."
"There are no victors in war. Only the losers who are destined to be sacrificed and those who are condemned as their murderers." Letting his face fall into a smile again, Mr. Winner looked from one pilot to the next, "Why bother fighting at all? You could always stay here with Quatre. He could use some company."
"We're not staying here," Hiiro snapped, "And neither is Quatre."
Sighing, Mr. Winner shook his head with an all-knowing look on his face. "That's where you're wrong. Both you and Quatre are going to stay here. For a very long time."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Elsewhere
After 5 minutes, Quatre still couldn't take his eyes off of the car. The black, quick car, with a crooked license plate. There was nothing inside of it, nor anyone as a passenger or driver. That was what worried Quatre.
This was most definitely the pilots' car. The one they owned on this colony, in case they ever needed to do "business" here. The emptiness meant that the pilots had gone somewhere on this colony.
"But you might like to know, there's been a security breach. All the guards are seeing to that and might not notice a young blonde pilot sneaking out."
Iria's words, which had seemed so wonderful less than an hour ago now struck him as the worst thing that could have possibly been said.
Sure, Quatre had finally escaped. But now the pilots were inside. They had switched places, and it was easier for one person to escape than four.
Interrupting his thoughts was the cold, almost numbing touch of steel to the back of his head. It seemed so familiar, but it was hard to think. The circular touch of an almost freezing metal. Pressed against his head…
A gun.
"Well, in't it a nice surprize ta see ya 'ere, rich boy?"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
End of Chapter
Notes: Gah- that took forever… Sorry for making you wait. Was it worth it? hides under bed Never mind- I don't think I want to know. But-but-but IT'S LONGER than the last chapters! And it took me like 5 hours so (only 3 of those hours were straight- at the end) GAHHHH! WAIIIT THAT MEANS I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT!!! gasp MY MAAAAAAAAATH! runs to do math
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Chapter 6: I'll Never Forget That You Were All Here With Me
Kattie
Disclaimer: [At the Gundam owner's Headquarters]
Kattie: dressed as a phantom thief to the owner of Gundam Wing Hand over your rights and nobody gets hurt!
Owner: Never! BWAHAHHA
Kattie: facefault Aw… c'mon! Share the wealth!
Owner: No! BWAHHAHA
Kattie: sniffles and takes off mask I don't own Gundam Wing. points to owner He does.
Owner: BWAHAHHAH!
Note: Oi… sooo much homework…. So many projects…. And only 2 weeks left… Sorry it's taken so long to get this up. I'll try to make it as long as possible… groans even though I haven't finished my 3rd, 4th, and 5th assignment for math… sob
Note: Fanfiction.net was down when I finished this so sorry for the even further delay ^^* Forgive me!!!! I can't do anything about ff dot net being down! grovels at your feet
Dedication: Kit Kat, this one's for you! For your continuous reviews of more than one of my fanfictions! You always write long and meaningful reviews that make me smile! Thank you so much for your support! huggles Be well be well!
Winner Estate- Peace Zone
Iria and her younger brother sat in silence as she tended to his broken ankle. A hint of displeasure could be detected in her eyes. "You should have had this treated earlier. By walking on it, you've made it worse!"
"I'm sorry." Quatre said quietly, not even bothering to look at her as he was lost in his thoughts. His beautiful blue eyes were focused on his ankle, watching his sister mend it, but not really seeing. The young pilot's mind couldn't stop lingering on his father. The man who had gave him his life and now sought to take it back from him.
The words his father had last uttered still echoed over and over gain in Quatre's mind.
"He isn't going anywhere with those heartless idiots he calls his friends!"
He had said that Quatre's closest and most loved friends were using him. That the people he cared most about in this world were frauds.
Now, Quatre was a forgiving person. He had forgiven his father all those years ago when he was neglected and left alone in his large house while his sisters were sent away to boarding schools. His only friends were the servants and they usually had chores to do and couldn't play with him. That was all right though, Quatre could forgive his father for that.
He could forgive his father for practically disowning him for being a Gundam pilot. It didn't matter that his father had completely insulted Quatre, telling him he was a murderer in a subtle, yet somehow obvious way. His father had told him that the Gundams were like a knife, completely a weapon, and wouldn't even listen to Quatre explain that they were more like shields. That was okay, Quatre could forgive that.
And, deep in Quatre's heart, he knew he could have forgiven his father eventually for locking him up in this house, not allowing him to see the light of day except through a window. Even that, Quatre could forgive.
But this comment was too offensive. It wasn't an insult or mockery against Quatre, but his friends, whose personalities his father remained ignorant of. He assumed a selfish and contemptuous opinion without even speaking with them to gain an opinion. After the incident on the "Lost Hunter", it seemed incredibly naïve. Mr. Winner should at least be grateful for them saving his son's life, but instead he refused to even see them as respectable people.
With those few sentences- few words, Mr. Winner had crossed the line. In Quatre's mind, he had ventured from forgivable to inexcusable.
"Okay, Quatre, I have to put your bone back in place now," Iria explained, looking into her brother's eyes sympathetically, "This is going to hurt so grab on to something and squeeze it really hard."
With a nod, Quatre remained silent, thinking more about his father. He didn't even feel the pain as his bone was placed in its proper position. Only the loud crack broke his trance. He glanced down at Iria to see her wrapping a piece of fabric around the ankle.
"Try to stay off it for a few months, okay?" Iria stood up and kissed Quatre on the forehead.
"I will." He replied, emotionlessly.
Frowning, Iria ruffled her brother's hair under her hand. "Don't worry, I'm sure father will let you out of here soon," She began to walk away, but turned around when she reached the door, "But you might like to know, there's been a security breach. All the guards are seeing to that and might not notice a young blonde pilot sneaking out." Iria gave him an all-knowing smile and left.
"Thank you." Quatre called after her, staring at the door with a grin slowly spreading over his face.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Estate- War Zone
"Y-yes, sir!" The guard stuttered. "Right away."
The cold steel of Hiiro's gun to a man's head always had such rewarding effects. This time didn't seem to be any different.
"Ed!" The guard called to the man controlling the electronically secured gate. "Would you care to let these gentlemen in?"
"Do they have an appointment?" Ed asked, obviously not noticing the gun to his comrade's forehead.
A look of helplessness covered the guard's face. Apparently, he was one of those people who became useless when their life was at stake. A coward. The expression on his face could be read like an obituary.
"Yes." Hiiro grunted, becoming annoyed by the other man's fear.
"Yes!" The guard yelled to Ed. "All five of them!"
"There are four of us." Wufei snapped, setting his glare upon the guard.
"All four of them!"
The gate slid open quickly, like the doors at a grocery store, allowing the pilots passage to Quatre's large house. They stepped inside and immediately drew their guns. Well, except for Hiiro, his was already drawn.
They walked across the yard to the mansion at a fast pace. Each of them watched in different directions, making sure there wasn't some unseen assassin on the prowl. After what seemed like decades of crossing Quatre's enormous yard, they finally reached the front door.
"Open it." Hiiro commanded.
"Hey, Larry! Let me in!" The guard yelled to his comrade, hidden indoors.
"You aren't off until 10 today! There's no way I'm letting you get off early again, Stan!" Larry shouted back, his voice muffled by the door.
Stan fell silent, staring at the door in another attack of idiocy and cowardice.
"Mr. Winner has visitors." Hiiro explained to his moronic hostage.
"Mr. Winner has visitors!"
Larry creaked the door open slowly only to find a gun to his face a second later.
Duo grinned at his captive. "Is Mr. Winner home? We've come to play."
"Oh, there you are." A voice said.
The pilots turned to see Mr. Winner walking gracefully down the stairs. He grinned at them, seeming oblivious to the guns, even though they weren't 50 feet away from him. "I've been expecting you."
Hiiro, who wasn't used to being expected and rather disliked it, scowled at his friend's father. "Where's Quatre?"
"Sleeping." Mr. Winner replied, not missing a beat with his lie.
Letting his gun fall away from Stan's face, Hiiro pointed it at Mr. Winner and fixed a glare upon him. "I'm going to ask you again. Where is Quatre?"
"Do you think you can impress me with your unnecessary firearms?" Mr. Winner asked, walking towards them. "I would have thought you'd be smarter than that. Quatre speaks so highly of you."
"Where is he?" Hiiro snapped.
"If I tell you where my son is, you'll take him away. He'd go back to war and die fighting your barbaric war," Mr. Winner said, calmly, "I'd rather let you shoot me than let that happen."
"Drop your weapons!" A guard entering the room shouted.
From every which way, over 20 more sentinels intruded on Mr. Winner and the pilots' conversation. Their guns were all pointed at the pilots, who in turn had their guns aimed at Mr. Winner.
"Call them off." Hiiro ordered.
Grinning, Mr. Winner took another step towards Hiiro. "Put your weapons down, and they'll let you live."
For a moment, Hiiro just stared at Quatre's father in surprise. "I told you to call them off."
"I know very well what you said," Mr. Winner explained, "I, however, am not going to call them off, so I suggest you set down your weapons. If you kill me, there will be nothing to keep them from shooting you. Go ahead and shoot me. I know you're capable. You've already murdered many people. I'm not going to let you murder Quatre as well."
Duo opened his mouth to protest but Mr. Winner interrupted him-
"Put your weapons down."
Realizing there was no other option, the pilots complied, letting their weapons out of their hands for the first time any of them could recall since the war began.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Mansion- Peace Zone
In the yard, Quatre slid silently out of the vent and onto the grass. It had taken some skill to get the hatch open in his room, using a pen as a screwdriver, but now he was almost free.
There didn't seem to be any guards in the yard at all, as he stealthily ran across the grass. With the hope of freedom so attainable in his mind, Quatre didn't even notice the pain in his ankle, or even think about what his sister had said.
In less than a minute he had scaled the land from the house to the fence and was surprised to see it already open. Trying to ignore the fact, despite a growing fear for his father's safety- despite all his father had done, that this could mean a large number of intruders, Quatre stepped to the land outside of the gates he knew so well and ran down the sidewalk, away from the prison disguised as his home.
A smile made its way to his face as he thought of his friends. 'Hold on a little bit longer, Duo,' he thought, 'I'll be there soon to take care of you.'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Manor- War Zone
Mr. Winner led the pilots into what looked like a conference room. There was a large table in the center with chair scattered around. There was a small pile of papers near the head of the table, where Mr. Winner sat.
"You don't know how pleased I am that you've come here." He smiled at his "guests".
"Where is Quatre?" Hiiro asked, once again.
"Are those the only three words you know?" Mr. Winner snapped. "Quatre is probably upstairs somewhere plotting another escape so he can get back to you. The last attempt almost cost him his life, yet he still insists that he needs to go back to piloting his Gundam. I don't see why he's so eager to lose his life."
"Is he alright?" Trowa asked, quietly, in his usual monotonous voice.
"He's fine," Mr. Winner replied, "He broke his ankle but that's far less damage than he'd have if he went back to piloting that murder machine. At least he's not dead."
"We would never let Quatre get hurt." Duo protested.
"Not yet," Mr. Winner glared at the pilots, "But eventually he'll end up being a casualty of war. You want to let that happen to him? If you're his friends you'd understand that he is safer here."
"I'd like to let him stay here," Hiiro admitted, "but I can't. We can't win this war without him."
"There are no victors in war. Only the losers who are destined to be sacrificed and those who are condemned as their murderers." Letting his face fall into a smile again, Mr. Winner looked from one pilot to the next, "Why bother fighting at all? You could always stay here with Quatre. He could use some company."
"We're not staying here," Hiiro snapped, "And neither is Quatre."
Sighing, Mr. Winner shook his head with an all-knowing look on his face. "That's where you're wrong. Both you and Quatre are going to stay here. For a very long time."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Elsewhere
After 5 minutes, Quatre still couldn't take his eyes off of the car. The black, quick car, with a crooked license plate. There was nothing inside of it, nor anyone as a passenger or driver. That was what worried Quatre.
This was most definitely the pilots' car. The one they owned on this colony, in case they ever needed to do "business" here. The emptiness meant that the pilots had gone somewhere on this colony.
"But you might like to know, there's been a security breach. All the guards are seeing to that and might not notice a young blonde pilot sneaking out."
Iria's words, which had seemed so wonderful less than an hour ago now struck him as the worst thing that could have possibly been said.
Sure, Quatre had finally escaped. But now the pilots were inside. They had switched places, and it was easier for one person to escape than four.
Interrupting his thoughts was the cold, almost numbing touch of steel to the back of his head. It seemed so familiar, but it was hard to think. The circular touch of an almost freezing metal. Pressed against his head…
A gun.
"Well, in't it a nice surprize ta see ya 'ere, rich boy?"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
End of Chapter
Notes: Gah- that took forever… Sorry for making you wait. Was it worth it? hides under bed Never mind- I don't think I want to know. But-but-but IT'S LONGER than the last chapters! And it took me like 5 hours so (only 3 of those hours were straight- at the end) GAHHHH! WAIIIT THAT MEANS I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT!!! gasp MY MAAAAAAAAATH! runs to do math
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