Star's Gaze
Chapter 10: The Darkness is Becoming Dirty
Kattie
Disclaimer: sun tanning Gah! There's no suntan lotion on my back! panic panic I can't get suntan lotion on my back! I'll BURN!
Sun: Burn, baby, burn!
Kattie: ;_;
Lawyer: ^___^ I'll put the suntan lotion on.
Kattie: *o* Arigato!
~20 minutes later~
Kattie: Hm? sniff sniff burning flesh? GAH MY BACK IS BURNING! turns around the words "I Don't Own Gundam Wing" are written in the only unburned part CURSE YOU LAWYER!
Lawyer: ^.^v
Note: nerves twitch I give up throws down hat I'm not going to explain myself any more! I'm sorry if you disagree with my spelling of Hiiro but the majority of people don't care. SOOO I stand by my spelling until the end. If you dislike this I apologize but please don't bug me about it because I have better things to do than waste time getting angry. ^.^
Note: I used Quaterine instead of the dubbed Catherine. There was ALREADY a Catherine in the series so I'd rather not confuse people who have only read Episode Zero in Japanese. (Quaterine is Quatre's mommy) ^.^
Thanks: Thanks to Encarta Encyclopedia for helping me learn more about Duo's disease ^.~.
Question!: Someone offered to be a beta reader but I can't find the review anymore! If it's you, please e-mail me at Kattie41@aol.com! Thank you! (and sorry ^^*)
Dedication: Gosh, I just gotta dedicate another chapter to Melara. huggles She's been here since the beginning offering support and help ^.^ Thanks Mel-san! Go read Melara's works! She is VERY inspiring. huggles Mel-san (Penname- Melara)
Cold steel pressed to the back of Naihu's neck ended her moment of giddiness. It was pushed forcefully against the pressure point enough to make it sore, certain to leave a bruise, but not to hard as to knock her unconscious.
The door was opened almost immediately after by the object of Naihu's hatred, who was also pointing a gun at her. "Drop your weapon."
"Bastard." Naihu spat, letting her gun fall to the ground.
Jabbing the firearm farther into Naihu's neck, the unseen gunman said his words with an icy tone that sent shivers down her spine. "Apologize."
Naihu laughed insanely, in spite of the situation. "Mizter Rich 'un can't take the truth? Best be told more often. Always a good idea to face the truth."
"Let's bring her inside." Quatre said, for once sounding a bit irritated.
The gun was lifted from Naihu's neck and the gunman pushed Niahu into the apartment. She had no doubt that the gun was still aimed at her, although she no longer had proof. Testing the theory didn't seem like the best idea at this time.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The Other Room
"Duo," Iria said calmly, mopping his forehead with a washcloth, "When did you begin feeling sick?"
Groggily, Duo opened his eyes and rolled them up to look at her face. "Dunno. A couple of weeks ago?"
'Leave me alone,' Duo thought, though not quite sure he had the ability to think clearly, 'I just want to sleep.'
"Were you on earth around that time?" Iria questioned.
Duo closed his eyes, intent on ignoring her to go back to his nap.
"I'm sorry, Duo," Iria's voice said, as her hands began massaging his temples, "But this is important. I'll let you sleep for as long as you want after this.
With a sigh, Duo forced his eyes open. "Yes. we went to a forest."
"Do you know if you were bit by any mosquitoes while you were there?" Iria asked, seeming interested at his last response.
"I don't know." This time when Duo closed his eyes, they remained that way for a long time.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The First Room
Wufei looked up from the newspaper he was reading and glared at Naihu. "Who is the woman?" He questioned, obviously displeased at her presence.
"Mizta Rich Bastard's friend got no right ta talk ta me like that!" Naihu snapped.
"Quiet." Hiiro ordered, whapping the back of Naihu's head with the gun again. Again he did this lightly enough to leave her conscious.
"Mizz Naihu c'n say whatever the Hell she wants! Mizta Rich 'Un c'n go to Hell if'n he gives a damn!"
Quatre plopped down on the sofa with a sigh. "What are we going to do with her?" He watched the annoyance of a woman yell at Wufei. "If we let her go, she'll probably continue in her attempts to kill me."
"We could kill her." Hiiro offered as he slammed his gun into the back of her neck, this time making her lose consciousness. "She deserves it. Especially after what she did to you." Rage gleamed in Hiiro's eyes as he remembered the events on the Lost Hunter.
Shaking his head, Quatre barely suppressed a grin. "She's not a bad person. I did make her lose her job. It's understandable for her to be angry with me."
Setting Naihu down on a chair, Hiiro began to bind her hands behind her back. "We can't allow her to go free."
Quatre stood up to help Hiiro secure Naihu. "We can keep her here," he explained, "Until we live. She won't know where we're going."
The door to the next bedroom creaked open and Iria stepped out. Ignoring both the tied up woman and the expressions of anticipation on the pilots' faces, she walked to the kitchen and began making herself a cup of tea. "Would anyone like some tea?" She asked, obliviously.
"Is Duo alright?" Quatre questioned, spitting out the words that each pilot held within.
Iria cautiously set the kettle on the stove. "He's fine for now," she explained, "But he definitely still has the disease, whatever it is. I should be able to figure out what it is as soon as I get to my hospital," Iria looked over at the pilots as she spoke the last words, "He shouldn't pilot until then. It could make him worse than he already is."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Nearby. VERY near by.
Mr. Teron Rent watched the situation unfold, intently. He knew now that his time working for Mr. Winner was over. The information he'd just gained was worth far more than Mr. Winner was paying him. It was practically priceless. It could turn this war in Oz's favor so easily it almost made Teron giddy.
Almost. Teron wasn't the type of guy to get giddy.
Now all that was left to do was make his way to an Oz base and tell them the exact location of the five young Gundam pilots. He could tell them what they looked like, their personalities, and the vital information of the one pilot's illness.
He would go down in history. It was all clear in his head. A portrait of Teron in a Museum of Space History, and under it a caption explaining Mr. Rent's critical part in the war.
It was almost enough to make a man giddy.
Almost.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The Winner Estate
Mr. Winner stared lovingly at the photograph of his dear Quaterine. She was always so beautiful, in appearance and in soul. Her kindness seemed to radiate across the universe. Everyone who met her seemed to love her instantly. Who wouldn't love such a wonderful woman?
She was the most extraordinary woman ever to live. She spread joy everywhere she went. However, when Quaterine died, she left the universe with a gift. She left behind Mr. Winner's precious son Quatre to take her place in lighting up the darkness of humanity.
There was no way a gift like that would be destroyed. Not by war, nor by anything else. Anyone who opposed this deserved whatever misfortune fell upon them.
But if he wanted to risk being hurt himself, was it right to keep him chained up, even for his safety? Could an angel be chained in the safety of Heaven, lost in a hidden agony, to keep it free from the horrors of Hell?
Pushing aside these thoughts, Mr. Winner smiled at his deceased wife. "Am I doing the right thing, Quaterine?" He asked, before kissing the picture gently. "Am I being a good father?"
Of course, the photograph offered no reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
With the announcement that Duo was fine (at least, for now) given, Wufei set his death glare on Quatre. Quatre had made him a promise and Wufei fully intended to make Quatre keep it.
Noticing the eyes burrowing into his face, Quatre looked back at his companion. As realization dawned upon him, he mentally yelled at himself for what he'd have to admit.
"Do you need to continue watching Duo?" Wufei asked Iria, as she continued making her tea.
Iria shook her head. "He should be asleep for awhile," she explained, "I'll check up on him in half an hour or so."
Taking a deep breath, Quatre broke his eye contact with Wufei and looked up at his sister. "Iria." He said, meekly.
"Hm?" Iria questioned, not bothering to turn around.
"Maybe you could. look at my shoulder." Quatre suggested, feeling worse and worse.
With this, Iria left the tea, and turned to face her brother. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" She questioned accusingly.
Inwardly wincing, Quatre continued. "It was. shot. earlier today."
The expression on Hiiro's face could have stopped an army of men dead on their tracks, and caused them to retreat from battle screaming like little girls. If looks could kill, not even a cat could survive this expression.
"Quatre." Hiiro said angrily, standing up so quickly from his chair that it fell over. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"
Trowa didn't show emotion very often, and even now his anger wasn't apparent on his face. But there was a glow around him that reeked of rage. The fury in this room could have filled an ocean.
"You should have told us." He said coldly.
"Take better care of yourself!" Hiiro snapped.
"You need to be more careful." Trowa added.
Suddenly Quatre felt very, very small. He was the shortest pilot to begin with, but now he felt like an ant, waiting to be flattened by a shoe. "Iria needed to take care of Duo." He offered, lamely.
"That's no excuse!"
"You should have told us."
"Boys!" Iria screamed, somehow raising her voice above both Hiiro and Trowa's. "You can rightfully yell at him later. Right now, he needs his shoulder looked at." She pulled Quatre into the other room stating that the pilots needed to watch her tea.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Half an hour later
Quatre stepped slowly back into the sitting room, looking like a man walking to the gallows.
His shoulder was bandaged but it hadn't taken any extreme damage. He'd been lucky. The previously injured ankle was again in a cast. This time Iria had given him the orders that he could only walk on it when using the crutches, which were tucked under his armpits.
Much to his surprise, neither Hiiro nor Trowa noticed his entrance. They were both busy glaring at Wufei.
"You knew and you didn't say anything?" Hiiro asked Wufei, as if this were almost impossible to believe.
"It was Quatre's choice whether he wanted to tell you or not." Wufei explained, glaring back equally as hard.
"He could have died from blood loss." Hiiro snapped. "Your silence could have killed him."
"It wasn't for me to tell." Wufei spat back.
"Damnit, Wufei! You knew he wouldn't say anything! Quatre might have let himself die before telling people about it!"
"It would be his choice! He promised me he'd tell one Duo was better!"
"What if Duo's condition hadn't improved for days?"
"Then Quatre's sister wouldn't have had the time to care for them both anyway!"
Hurrying over to his friends in hopes of ending the argument, Quatre tried to go as quickly as he could on crutches. Unfortunately, he'd never used crutches before, and in the rush he fell to the ground.
The other three pilots in the room drew their guns mechanically and pointed them at Quatre. As soon as they saw who he was, their guns dropped to their sides.
"Are you alright?" Trowa asked, helping his blonde companion up.
"I'm fine." Quatre replied sourly.
Wufei and Hiiro continued to glare at each other.
"Don't blame Wufei." Quatre said, interrupting their silent war. "I asked him not to tell."
"He should have said something anyway." Hiiro objected.
"No I shouldn't have." Wufei retorted.
"Stop." Quatre said quietly. "Don't fight."
"You don't keep things like this secret!"
"A person should keep all secrets!"
"Not at the cost of someone's life!"
"Stop it!" Quatre yelled, silencing Wufei and Hiiro. "If I'm going to make you angry with each other, I should just go back to my father's!"
End of Chapter
Sorry this chapter took so long to get out! It took a while to get Naihu into the apartment ^^*. I'll try not to make you wait so long again. bows
So, how'd you like it? Please let me know with reviews! Reviews= inspiration= quicker chapters!
Chapter 10: The Darkness is Becoming Dirty
Kattie
Disclaimer: sun tanning Gah! There's no suntan lotion on my back! panic panic I can't get suntan lotion on my back! I'll BURN!
Sun: Burn, baby, burn!
Kattie: ;_;
Lawyer: ^___^ I'll put the suntan lotion on.
Kattie: *o* Arigato!
~20 minutes later~
Kattie: Hm? sniff sniff burning flesh? GAH MY BACK IS BURNING! turns around the words "I Don't Own Gundam Wing" are written in the only unburned part CURSE YOU LAWYER!
Lawyer: ^.^v
Note: nerves twitch I give up throws down hat I'm not going to explain myself any more! I'm sorry if you disagree with my spelling of Hiiro but the majority of people don't care. SOOO I stand by my spelling until the end. If you dislike this I apologize but please don't bug me about it because I have better things to do than waste time getting angry. ^.^
Note: I used Quaterine instead of the dubbed Catherine. There was ALREADY a Catherine in the series so I'd rather not confuse people who have only read Episode Zero in Japanese. (Quaterine is Quatre's mommy) ^.^
Thanks: Thanks to Encarta Encyclopedia for helping me learn more about Duo's disease ^.~.
Question!: Someone offered to be a beta reader but I can't find the review anymore! If it's you, please e-mail me at Kattie41@aol.com! Thank you! (and sorry ^^*)
Dedication: Gosh, I just gotta dedicate another chapter to Melara. huggles She's been here since the beginning offering support and help ^.^ Thanks Mel-san! Go read Melara's works! She is VERY inspiring. huggles Mel-san (Penname- Melara)
Cold steel pressed to the back of Naihu's neck ended her moment of giddiness. It was pushed forcefully against the pressure point enough to make it sore, certain to leave a bruise, but not to hard as to knock her unconscious.
The door was opened almost immediately after by the object of Naihu's hatred, who was also pointing a gun at her. "Drop your weapon."
"Bastard." Naihu spat, letting her gun fall to the ground.
Jabbing the firearm farther into Naihu's neck, the unseen gunman said his words with an icy tone that sent shivers down her spine. "Apologize."
Naihu laughed insanely, in spite of the situation. "Mizter Rich 'un can't take the truth? Best be told more often. Always a good idea to face the truth."
"Let's bring her inside." Quatre said, for once sounding a bit irritated.
The gun was lifted from Naihu's neck and the gunman pushed Niahu into the apartment. She had no doubt that the gun was still aimed at her, although she no longer had proof. Testing the theory didn't seem like the best idea at this time.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The Other Room
"Duo," Iria said calmly, mopping his forehead with a washcloth, "When did you begin feeling sick?"
Groggily, Duo opened his eyes and rolled them up to look at her face. "Dunno. A couple of weeks ago?"
'Leave me alone,' Duo thought, though not quite sure he had the ability to think clearly, 'I just want to sleep.'
"Were you on earth around that time?" Iria questioned.
Duo closed his eyes, intent on ignoring her to go back to his nap.
"I'm sorry, Duo," Iria's voice said, as her hands began massaging his temples, "But this is important. I'll let you sleep for as long as you want after this.
With a sigh, Duo forced his eyes open. "Yes. we went to a forest."
"Do you know if you were bit by any mosquitoes while you were there?" Iria asked, seeming interested at his last response.
"I don't know." This time when Duo closed his eyes, they remained that way for a long time.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The First Room
Wufei looked up from the newspaper he was reading and glared at Naihu. "Who is the woman?" He questioned, obviously displeased at her presence.
"Mizta Rich Bastard's friend got no right ta talk ta me like that!" Naihu snapped.
"Quiet." Hiiro ordered, whapping the back of Naihu's head with the gun again. Again he did this lightly enough to leave her conscious.
"Mizz Naihu c'n say whatever the Hell she wants! Mizta Rich 'Un c'n go to Hell if'n he gives a damn!"
Quatre plopped down on the sofa with a sigh. "What are we going to do with her?" He watched the annoyance of a woman yell at Wufei. "If we let her go, she'll probably continue in her attempts to kill me."
"We could kill her." Hiiro offered as he slammed his gun into the back of her neck, this time making her lose consciousness. "She deserves it. Especially after what she did to you." Rage gleamed in Hiiro's eyes as he remembered the events on the Lost Hunter.
Shaking his head, Quatre barely suppressed a grin. "She's not a bad person. I did make her lose her job. It's understandable for her to be angry with me."
Setting Naihu down on a chair, Hiiro began to bind her hands behind her back. "We can't allow her to go free."
Quatre stood up to help Hiiro secure Naihu. "We can keep her here," he explained, "Until we live. She won't know where we're going."
The door to the next bedroom creaked open and Iria stepped out. Ignoring both the tied up woman and the expressions of anticipation on the pilots' faces, she walked to the kitchen and began making herself a cup of tea. "Would anyone like some tea?" She asked, obliviously.
"Is Duo alright?" Quatre questioned, spitting out the words that each pilot held within.
Iria cautiously set the kettle on the stove. "He's fine for now," she explained, "But he definitely still has the disease, whatever it is. I should be able to figure out what it is as soon as I get to my hospital," Iria looked over at the pilots as she spoke the last words, "He shouldn't pilot until then. It could make him worse than he already is."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Nearby. VERY near by.
Mr. Teron Rent watched the situation unfold, intently. He knew now that his time working for Mr. Winner was over. The information he'd just gained was worth far more than Mr. Winner was paying him. It was practically priceless. It could turn this war in Oz's favor so easily it almost made Teron giddy.
Almost. Teron wasn't the type of guy to get giddy.
Now all that was left to do was make his way to an Oz base and tell them the exact location of the five young Gundam pilots. He could tell them what they looked like, their personalities, and the vital information of the one pilot's illness.
He would go down in history. It was all clear in his head. A portrait of Teron in a Museum of Space History, and under it a caption explaining Mr. Rent's critical part in the war.
It was almost enough to make a man giddy.
Almost.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The Winner Estate
Mr. Winner stared lovingly at the photograph of his dear Quaterine. She was always so beautiful, in appearance and in soul. Her kindness seemed to radiate across the universe. Everyone who met her seemed to love her instantly. Who wouldn't love such a wonderful woman?
She was the most extraordinary woman ever to live. She spread joy everywhere she went. However, when Quaterine died, she left the universe with a gift. She left behind Mr. Winner's precious son Quatre to take her place in lighting up the darkness of humanity.
There was no way a gift like that would be destroyed. Not by war, nor by anything else. Anyone who opposed this deserved whatever misfortune fell upon them.
But if he wanted to risk being hurt himself, was it right to keep him chained up, even for his safety? Could an angel be chained in the safety of Heaven, lost in a hidden agony, to keep it free from the horrors of Hell?
Pushing aside these thoughts, Mr. Winner smiled at his deceased wife. "Am I doing the right thing, Quaterine?" He asked, before kissing the picture gently. "Am I being a good father?"
Of course, the photograph offered no reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
With the announcement that Duo was fine (at least, for now) given, Wufei set his death glare on Quatre. Quatre had made him a promise and Wufei fully intended to make Quatre keep it.
Noticing the eyes burrowing into his face, Quatre looked back at his companion. As realization dawned upon him, he mentally yelled at himself for what he'd have to admit.
"Do you need to continue watching Duo?" Wufei asked Iria, as she continued making her tea.
Iria shook her head. "He should be asleep for awhile," she explained, "I'll check up on him in half an hour or so."
Taking a deep breath, Quatre broke his eye contact with Wufei and looked up at his sister. "Iria." He said, meekly.
"Hm?" Iria questioned, not bothering to turn around.
"Maybe you could. look at my shoulder." Quatre suggested, feeling worse and worse.
With this, Iria left the tea, and turned to face her brother. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" She questioned accusingly.
Inwardly wincing, Quatre continued. "It was. shot. earlier today."
The expression on Hiiro's face could have stopped an army of men dead on their tracks, and caused them to retreat from battle screaming like little girls. If looks could kill, not even a cat could survive this expression.
"Quatre." Hiiro said angrily, standing up so quickly from his chair that it fell over. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"
Trowa didn't show emotion very often, and even now his anger wasn't apparent on his face. But there was a glow around him that reeked of rage. The fury in this room could have filled an ocean.
"You should have told us." He said coldly.
"Take better care of yourself!" Hiiro snapped.
"You need to be more careful." Trowa added.
Suddenly Quatre felt very, very small. He was the shortest pilot to begin with, but now he felt like an ant, waiting to be flattened by a shoe. "Iria needed to take care of Duo." He offered, lamely.
"That's no excuse!"
"You should have told us."
"Boys!" Iria screamed, somehow raising her voice above both Hiiro and Trowa's. "You can rightfully yell at him later. Right now, he needs his shoulder looked at." She pulled Quatre into the other room stating that the pilots needed to watch her tea.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Half an hour later
Quatre stepped slowly back into the sitting room, looking like a man walking to the gallows.
His shoulder was bandaged but it hadn't taken any extreme damage. He'd been lucky. The previously injured ankle was again in a cast. This time Iria had given him the orders that he could only walk on it when using the crutches, which were tucked under his armpits.
Much to his surprise, neither Hiiro nor Trowa noticed his entrance. They were both busy glaring at Wufei.
"You knew and you didn't say anything?" Hiiro asked Wufei, as if this were almost impossible to believe.
"It was Quatre's choice whether he wanted to tell you or not." Wufei explained, glaring back equally as hard.
"He could have died from blood loss." Hiiro snapped. "Your silence could have killed him."
"It wasn't for me to tell." Wufei spat back.
"Damnit, Wufei! You knew he wouldn't say anything! Quatre might have let himself die before telling people about it!"
"It would be his choice! He promised me he'd tell one Duo was better!"
"What if Duo's condition hadn't improved for days?"
"Then Quatre's sister wouldn't have had the time to care for them both anyway!"
Hurrying over to his friends in hopes of ending the argument, Quatre tried to go as quickly as he could on crutches. Unfortunately, he'd never used crutches before, and in the rush he fell to the ground.
The other three pilots in the room drew their guns mechanically and pointed them at Quatre. As soon as they saw who he was, their guns dropped to their sides.
"Are you alright?" Trowa asked, helping his blonde companion up.
"I'm fine." Quatre replied sourly.
Wufei and Hiiro continued to glare at each other.
"Don't blame Wufei." Quatre said, interrupting their silent war. "I asked him not to tell."
"He should have said something anyway." Hiiro objected.
"No I shouldn't have." Wufei retorted.
"Stop." Quatre said quietly. "Don't fight."
"You don't keep things like this secret!"
"A person should keep all secrets!"
"Not at the cost of someone's life!"
"Stop it!" Quatre yelled, silencing Wufei and Hiiro. "If I'm going to make you angry with each other, I should just go back to my father's!"
End of Chapter
Sorry this chapter took so long to get out! It took a while to get Naihu into the apartment ^^*. I'll try not to make you wait so long again. bows
So, how'd you like it? Please let me know with reviews! Reviews= inspiration= quicker chapters!