Star's Gaze
Chapter 11: The Never-Ending Future
Kattie
Disclaimer:
Kattie: Gather 'round! Gather 'round!
Pilots: gather 'round
Kattie: You know when you asked me why I don't have any baby pictures of you?
Pilots: nod nod
Kattie: And you asked if you were adopted?
Pilots: nod nod
Kattie: Well... you weren't adopted.
Pilots: gasp
Kattie: You were stolen mercilessly! BWAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!
Pilots: O.o
Kattie: But... the time has come! opens door I don't own you! Now that you know that you are FREE!
Miscellaneous company that owns part of Gundam Wing: Hey! What a sec!
Pilots: run to freedom
Company: ;.; NOOOO!
Note: I. now have more reviews. that all 14 chapters of Bravest Eyes! In only 10 chapters! tears roll down cheeks You guys are the greatest! glomps everyone and hands out free pocky Well. I'm inspired. I've got one request for a third. I'm not sure if three would be pushing it or not though. What do YOU think? (I don't care either way ^^*)
Note: Er. another Episode Zero reference ^^*. If you want a summary of Episode Zero from me I'll send it to you (Kattie41@aol.com). The quote used is from Viz's translation.
Dedication: To Cynical! Thanks for being my beta reader! glomps Yay! Now no one will have to deal with my typos!
The anger that floated in the room was enough to send a bird crashing to the ground mid-flight. It was like a barrier, keeping out all emotions but this one negative feeling. It was so thick, it was hard to breathe.
Or maybe that was because of the temperature suddenly increasing at a rapid pace.
It took all the courage within Quatre's being to keep from creeping under a chair and hiding from his three friends. But Quatre's own anger was very strong, and anger brings strength. With all Quatre's anger, this could have made him Mr. Universe.
And then, after a moment that seemed like a lifetime, the yelling game called "friendship" continued.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?!"
"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!"
"You're never going back there!"
The wind created by their voices at such a high volume tousled Quatre's hair. He stood firmly in front of them, not allowing his body to cringe, although God knew he wanted to. Only Quatre's iron resolve and the knowledge that what he was saying was true kept him from giving in. "It's not worth being here if I'm just going to make you argue with each other!"
"Quatre," Trowa said calmly, "We're only arguing because we're worried about you. If you went back to your father's house we'd only end up arguing more from worry."
Quatre looked thoughtful for a moment, letting a shadow fall over his face as he cast his gaze on the floor. "I'm not so sure." he replied quietly.
That was the last straw for Hiiro. The anger that was growing greater and greater inside of him finally erupted in one swift movement. His hand was connecting with Quatre's face before anyone knew what was happening. If the impact of the slap [1] hadn't hurt Quatre, the noise from the connection surely would hurt his ears.
Staggering backwards, Quatre collided with the wall and began sinking to the ground. There was a bright red mark in the shape of a hand across his cheek from the force of the blow. Quatre's own hand reached up to touch the mark automatically. He looked at Hiiro, his eyes brimming with tears, but remained strong, not allowing the tears to leave their azure prisons.
Hiiro was looking at Quatre with the same death glare as always, but there was a hint of regret, as if he knew he needed to hurt Quatre to get his point across but would rather drown than actually do it. "Don't be stupid," Hiiro snapped, silently willing himself to continue with all his strength, "We need you, as a pilot and a person. Don't you realize what would happen if you went back? Have some pride in yourself."
With the sentence, Quatre's eyes grew wide and looked as if they were seeing into some alternate universe. His expression was one of horror and realization.
**Flashback**
Quatre touched his fist to his cheek protectively, glaring at Rashid. This conversation was between he and his father, and this man had nothing to do with it. He had no right to end their conversation, especially by slapping his face. "Wh-What was that for?!" Quatre asked, glaring at Rashid.
Rashid was glaring back equally as hard. "I don't know what your problem is," he snapped, "But have some pride in yourself."
**End Flashback**
The tears began to flow freely down Quatre's face as he realized he had completely left behind the lessons he learned from Rashid in becoming a Gundam Pilot. He began trembling and buried his face in his hands to muffle the sobs.
"Quatre.." Hiiro said softly, kneeling down in front of his friend.
Hiiro's words seemed to float across the room, never reaching Quatre's ears. Quatre began shaking violently and gasped for air between the deep sobs.
"Quatre," Hiiro repeated. Panic seemed to take over when Quatre offered no response. "Quatre, are you all right?" he asked, his voice sounding urgent. "I'm sorry. Are you all right?"
As Quatre continued crying, Hiiro took the smaller boy into his arms in an attempt to comfort him. "I'm sorry." Hiiro repeated. "Don't cry."
For a few moments, they just sat there, Hiiro holding Quatre while Quatre cried into Hiiro's shirt. It was a rare contact for Hiiro. He could never recall embracing anyone before. If the circumstances had been different, Hiiro might have found it comforting.
And then, the moment passed. Quatre rose shakily to his feet, freeing himself from Hiiro's strong hold. His eyes were void of emotion but were pink and puffy from the emotion of sadness shown clearly the previous minute. He slowly walked across the room and stopped in front of the door to Duo's room. "I need to check up on Duo," Quatre explained in a mumbled voice.
He turned the doorknob and was about to step in when he hesitated. "Don't be sorry," Quatre said quietly, "Hiiro."
With a step Quatre was gone.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
In a busy office
Mr. Winner fumbled through his letters, letting his eyes drift to the return address to see which were the most urgent and needed to be opened first. There were over a dozen that had arrived just in the last hour, but that was pretty good. As he looked through the letters, one in specific caught his eye.
It didn't have a return address.
Most of the time, when people sent him messages without return addresses on the envelope, they had something to hide. Usually, it was a death threat, but on rare occasions there were harmful items inside in an attempt to hurt Mr. Winner.
Cautiously, Mr. Winner set the letter down, and cut it open with a knife, so his hands wouldn't have to touch it if there was something hazardous inside. Taking pliers, he reached inside the envelope and pulled a small post-it note out.
Realizing that this probably would do him no harm, Mr. Winner took the note in his hands and began reading it.
It read:
I have found a new occupation.
I've never been a good delivery boy.
Maybe I should try being an informant?
-Teron
Mr. Winner stared in horror at the message in front of him. To some people this would have seemed like a moronic attempt at a threat, but Mr. Winner knew immediately what Mr. Rent meant by this. "Wesley!" he yelled.
Wesley stepped meekly into the room and looked wide-eyed up at his employer. "Uh, sir. my letter of resignation is on your desk. I'm just going home now. sir."
"We don't have time for you to quit now, Wesley!" Mr. Winner snapped. "You can quit tomorrow!"
Sighing, Wesley attempted to find the right words to explain this to Mr. Winner. "No, sir. you see. I'm going home. Because I don't work for you anymore."
"That's good and fine, Wesley. But I need Quatre found by the end of the day. Hire anyone and everyone. This is very important."
Wesley hung his head in defeat. "Yes, sir.." Turning to leave, Wesley was stopped by his employer's voice.
"He's in danger, Wesley. Quatre's in grave danger."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Oz HQ
Colonel Itsa looked Teron over carefully. "You say you know the location of the Gundam pilots and have information on who they are," he stated. "But why should we trust you?"
Teron grinned back. "What would be the point of lying? It wouldn't be worth setting a trap, everyone knows that Oz's forces could smother the 5 pilots. It would be too risky to come to you with a decoy location."
Satisfied with the answer, Itsa leaned back in his chair. "I'm listening."
"The Gundam Pilots are situated at this exact address," Teron explained, handing a piece of paper to the colonel, "I can't tell you the names of each pilot but one I am certain of."
Itsa raised his eyebrows in interest. "Who is that?"
Teron's maniacal grin returned. "This is very valuable information," he said wryly, "I would expect to receive generous compensation.."
"Yes, yes, of course!" Itsa replied, anxious to hear all that Teron had to say.
"Well, this one pilot is very interesting," Teron continued, "The pilot of the Gundam Sandrock. You'd think all the pilots would be unheard of people living in some tiny, unknown town." He looked Itsu in the eyes. "But this pilot is actually pretty well known. It's amazing that your intelligence hasn't realized his identity yet."
"Not yet," Itsa agreed, "But very soon."
Reaching into his pocket, Teron removed the photograph Mr. Winner had given him and handed it to Itsa. "Quatre Raberba Winner, future president of Winner Corporation."
Itsa grinned this time, and shook Teron's hand. "This is wonderful news, Mr. Rent!"
"Please," Teron said arrogantly, "Call me Teron."
There was a loud gunshot and Teron fell to the ground with a bullet through his head.
Itsa pocketed his gun and smiled at his work. "Moron," he said to the corpse, "Did you actually think we could let you live with this information? The pilots' location is very. important to us. If someone found out we knew and informed them, they would leave very quickly and it would all be for naught." He looked over the picture and ripped it up. "As for your other little "fact"... You must be the stupidest man alive to believe the Winner heir could be a pilot."
A small figure stepped slowly into the room. "Colonel Itsa, sir?" it said meekly.
"Hm?" He turned to face the young girl. "Oh. Yes, Suki?"
Taking a deep breath, Suki spoke her next sentence in a rush, as if playing a game where the objective was to finish the sentence in one breath. "Mommy went away to do some business but she said she'd be back really soon and she's sorry for not telling her yourself but she was in a hurry."
"Thank you," Itsa grinned, "Could you inform the janitors that this room needs to be cleaned?"
Eyeing the bloody mess of a man on the ground, Suki nodded. "Maybe I should get three?"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Duo's Room
The first thing Duo saw when he opened his eyes was Quatre, sleeping on a chair next to his bed. There was a handprint on one of his cheeks accompanied by multiple tearstains. 'What happened while I was asleep?' Duo wondered. '.How LONG was I asleep?'
There was a creak as the door was opened and Trowa stepped in. He blinked at Duo, his very discreet way of showing surprise, and sat down in a chair across from Quatre, on the other side of the bed.
"How are you feeling?" Trowa asked.
Duo shrugged slightly but winced at the pain it caused. 'Note to self, no sudden movements. ouch.' "Okay. I still have a headache and I'm really tired, but it's better than before."
Trowa nodded. "That's good."
Absolute silence followed. The only noise in the room was Quatre's deep and peaceful breathing. It seemed wrong that there weren't crickets chirping in the background. Even a graveyard wasn't this quiet.
"So." Duo said, feeling uncomfortable in the silence, "How are you doing?"
"Fine." Trowa replied.
'You could answer with more than one word.' Duo thought bitterly. "What happened?" he asked, gesturing towards Quatre.
"He had an argument with Hiiro," Trowa answered, oblivious to the fact that Duo wanted to know more.
"And?" Duo questioned.
Trowa blinked again. ". Quatre got upset."
Duo sighed but winced in realizing that hurt too. "What were they fighting about?"
"." Trowa was silent for a moment. "Quatre thought he should go back to his father's."
"WHAT?!" Duo began to fall off the bed from leaning over, but luckily Trowa caught him and placed him back onto it.
". A lot happened while you were asleep," Trowa explained.
"What did you guys do?" Duo asked accusingly. "What did you do that would make him want to go back to that place?"
". Quatre was shot in the shoulder-"
"WHAT?!"
"But he didn't want to say anything because he didn't think Iria would have time to take care of you both-"
"THAT MORON!"
"But Wufei found out-"
"Lucky for Quatre!"
"But he didn't say anything-"
"THAT MORON!"
"And Hiiro was angry because Wufei didn't say anything-"
"Good for Hiiro!"
"But Quatre got upset because they were arguing-"
"His opinion on this doesn't matter."
"And he said he should go back to his father's-"
"That moron!"
"And Hiiro slapped him."
"WHAT?! THAT MORON!" Duo yelled, as the strange tale was concluded.
"Quatre's sleeping," Trowa said quietly, "We shouldn't wake him."
Even as Trowa said this, Quatre was moving in his sleep. Droplets of sweat formed on his forehead and he began shaking his head side to side violently. "No.." he muttered.
Trowa and Duo stared intently, not sure what they should do.
"Leave him alone." Quatre murmured. "Stop it.."
Leaving his chair behind, Trowa walked over to Quatre and shook him gently. "Quatre, wake up."
"Leave him alone." Quatre continued, "He hasn't done anything.."
"Quatre, wake up," Trowa said, louder this time, shaking Quatre more strongly.
"NO!" Quatre screamed as his eyes shot open.
He looked around in fear and breathed deeply. A look of horror was placed firmly on his face and he was shaking a bit. His eyes wandered around the room and stopped on Duo. "You're awake," he said with a smile.
Duo stared at Quatre for a moment, dumbfounded. "Did you have a nightmare?" He asked, finally.
Quatre's smile disintegrated. "Yes. I'm sorry, was I talking in my sleep?"
"Maybe you should tell us about it?" Duo suggested. "It might make you feel better."
"No," Quatre waved it off, "I'm fine. I shouldn't have fallen asleep so soon after eating," he explained. "Are you feeling better?"
Trowa and Duo exchanged a look. Both of them were a little bit curious about the dream. They wanted to know what could scare Quatre so much. Quatre, who couldn't be scared by Hiiro's death glares, guns pointed at his head, and even going into situations that seemed suicidal.
They wanted to know what the person was doing in the dream. They wanted to know what had happened.
But most importantly, they wanted to know who he was.
Both of them remembered the last time Quatre had had a nightmare. Unlike small children, Quatre's worst dreams seemed to come true.
And the last time, it had almost killed him.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Nearby
The clerk handed Hiiro his money with a smile. "Thank you for your business. I hope you use Colony Computers for all of your future computer buying.. and selling needs."
End of Chapter
Phew, longest chapter yet! 2,813 words!
[1] I know, I'd never picture Hiiro as the slapping type. But he cares about Quatre (in a brotherly way, unless you like shounen ai... I'll let you choose how it is) and would never punch him... I think... At least I don't think he did in the series thinks well... He definitely wouldn't now! ^^*******
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Chapter 11: The Never-Ending Future
Kattie
Disclaimer:
Kattie: Gather 'round! Gather 'round!
Pilots: gather 'round
Kattie: You know when you asked me why I don't have any baby pictures of you?
Pilots: nod nod
Kattie: And you asked if you were adopted?
Pilots: nod nod
Kattie: Well... you weren't adopted.
Pilots: gasp
Kattie: You were stolen mercilessly! BWAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!
Pilots: O.o
Kattie: But... the time has come! opens door I don't own you! Now that you know that you are FREE!
Miscellaneous company that owns part of Gundam Wing: Hey! What a sec!
Pilots: run to freedom
Company: ;.; NOOOO!
Note: I. now have more reviews. that all 14 chapters of Bravest Eyes! In only 10 chapters! tears roll down cheeks You guys are the greatest! glomps everyone and hands out free pocky Well. I'm inspired. I've got one request for a third. I'm not sure if three would be pushing it or not though. What do YOU think? (I don't care either way ^^*)
Note: Er. another Episode Zero reference ^^*. If you want a summary of Episode Zero from me I'll send it to you (Kattie41@aol.com). The quote used is from Viz's translation.
Dedication: To Cynical! Thanks for being my beta reader! glomps Yay! Now no one will have to deal with my typos!
The anger that floated in the room was enough to send a bird crashing to the ground mid-flight. It was like a barrier, keeping out all emotions but this one negative feeling. It was so thick, it was hard to breathe.
Or maybe that was because of the temperature suddenly increasing at a rapid pace.
It took all the courage within Quatre's being to keep from creeping under a chair and hiding from his three friends. But Quatre's own anger was very strong, and anger brings strength. With all Quatre's anger, this could have made him Mr. Universe.
And then, after a moment that seemed like a lifetime, the yelling game called "friendship" continued.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?!"
"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!"
"You're never going back there!"
The wind created by their voices at such a high volume tousled Quatre's hair. He stood firmly in front of them, not allowing his body to cringe, although God knew he wanted to. Only Quatre's iron resolve and the knowledge that what he was saying was true kept him from giving in. "It's not worth being here if I'm just going to make you argue with each other!"
"Quatre," Trowa said calmly, "We're only arguing because we're worried about you. If you went back to your father's house we'd only end up arguing more from worry."
Quatre looked thoughtful for a moment, letting a shadow fall over his face as he cast his gaze on the floor. "I'm not so sure." he replied quietly.
That was the last straw for Hiiro. The anger that was growing greater and greater inside of him finally erupted in one swift movement. His hand was connecting with Quatre's face before anyone knew what was happening. If the impact of the slap [1] hadn't hurt Quatre, the noise from the connection surely would hurt his ears.
Staggering backwards, Quatre collided with the wall and began sinking to the ground. There was a bright red mark in the shape of a hand across his cheek from the force of the blow. Quatre's own hand reached up to touch the mark automatically. He looked at Hiiro, his eyes brimming with tears, but remained strong, not allowing the tears to leave their azure prisons.
Hiiro was looking at Quatre with the same death glare as always, but there was a hint of regret, as if he knew he needed to hurt Quatre to get his point across but would rather drown than actually do it. "Don't be stupid," Hiiro snapped, silently willing himself to continue with all his strength, "We need you, as a pilot and a person. Don't you realize what would happen if you went back? Have some pride in yourself."
With the sentence, Quatre's eyes grew wide and looked as if they were seeing into some alternate universe. His expression was one of horror and realization.
**Flashback**
Quatre touched his fist to his cheek protectively, glaring at Rashid. This conversation was between he and his father, and this man had nothing to do with it. He had no right to end their conversation, especially by slapping his face. "Wh-What was that for?!" Quatre asked, glaring at Rashid.
Rashid was glaring back equally as hard. "I don't know what your problem is," he snapped, "But have some pride in yourself."
**End Flashback**
The tears began to flow freely down Quatre's face as he realized he had completely left behind the lessons he learned from Rashid in becoming a Gundam Pilot. He began trembling and buried his face in his hands to muffle the sobs.
"Quatre.." Hiiro said softly, kneeling down in front of his friend.
Hiiro's words seemed to float across the room, never reaching Quatre's ears. Quatre began shaking violently and gasped for air between the deep sobs.
"Quatre," Hiiro repeated. Panic seemed to take over when Quatre offered no response. "Quatre, are you all right?" he asked, his voice sounding urgent. "I'm sorry. Are you all right?"
As Quatre continued crying, Hiiro took the smaller boy into his arms in an attempt to comfort him. "I'm sorry." Hiiro repeated. "Don't cry."
For a few moments, they just sat there, Hiiro holding Quatre while Quatre cried into Hiiro's shirt. It was a rare contact for Hiiro. He could never recall embracing anyone before. If the circumstances had been different, Hiiro might have found it comforting.
And then, the moment passed. Quatre rose shakily to his feet, freeing himself from Hiiro's strong hold. His eyes were void of emotion but were pink and puffy from the emotion of sadness shown clearly the previous minute. He slowly walked across the room and stopped in front of the door to Duo's room. "I need to check up on Duo," Quatre explained in a mumbled voice.
He turned the doorknob and was about to step in when he hesitated. "Don't be sorry," Quatre said quietly, "Hiiro."
With a step Quatre was gone.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
In a busy office
Mr. Winner fumbled through his letters, letting his eyes drift to the return address to see which were the most urgent and needed to be opened first. There were over a dozen that had arrived just in the last hour, but that was pretty good. As he looked through the letters, one in specific caught his eye.
It didn't have a return address.
Most of the time, when people sent him messages without return addresses on the envelope, they had something to hide. Usually, it was a death threat, but on rare occasions there were harmful items inside in an attempt to hurt Mr. Winner.
Cautiously, Mr. Winner set the letter down, and cut it open with a knife, so his hands wouldn't have to touch it if there was something hazardous inside. Taking pliers, he reached inside the envelope and pulled a small post-it note out.
Realizing that this probably would do him no harm, Mr. Winner took the note in his hands and began reading it.
It read:
I have found a new occupation.
I've never been a good delivery boy.
Maybe I should try being an informant?
-Teron
Mr. Winner stared in horror at the message in front of him. To some people this would have seemed like a moronic attempt at a threat, but Mr. Winner knew immediately what Mr. Rent meant by this. "Wesley!" he yelled.
Wesley stepped meekly into the room and looked wide-eyed up at his employer. "Uh, sir. my letter of resignation is on your desk. I'm just going home now. sir."
"We don't have time for you to quit now, Wesley!" Mr. Winner snapped. "You can quit tomorrow!"
Sighing, Wesley attempted to find the right words to explain this to Mr. Winner. "No, sir. you see. I'm going home. Because I don't work for you anymore."
"That's good and fine, Wesley. But I need Quatre found by the end of the day. Hire anyone and everyone. This is very important."
Wesley hung his head in defeat. "Yes, sir.." Turning to leave, Wesley was stopped by his employer's voice.
"He's in danger, Wesley. Quatre's in grave danger."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Oz HQ
Colonel Itsa looked Teron over carefully. "You say you know the location of the Gundam pilots and have information on who they are," he stated. "But why should we trust you?"
Teron grinned back. "What would be the point of lying? It wouldn't be worth setting a trap, everyone knows that Oz's forces could smother the 5 pilots. It would be too risky to come to you with a decoy location."
Satisfied with the answer, Itsa leaned back in his chair. "I'm listening."
"The Gundam Pilots are situated at this exact address," Teron explained, handing a piece of paper to the colonel, "I can't tell you the names of each pilot but one I am certain of."
Itsa raised his eyebrows in interest. "Who is that?"
Teron's maniacal grin returned. "This is very valuable information," he said wryly, "I would expect to receive generous compensation.."
"Yes, yes, of course!" Itsa replied, anxious to hear all that Teron had to say.
"Well, this one pilot is very interesting," Teron continued, "The pilot of the Gundam Sandrock. You'd think all the pilots would be unheard of people living in some tiny, unknown town." He looked Itsu in the eyes. "But this pilot is actually pretty well known. It's amazing that your intelligence hasn't realized his identity yet."
"Not yet," Itsa agreed, "But very soon."
Reaching into his pocket, Teron removed the photograph Mr. Winner had given him and handed it to Itsa. "Quatre Raberba Winner, future president of Winner Corporation."
Itsa grinned this time, and shook Teron's hand. "This is wonderful news, Mr. Rent!"
"Please," Teron said arrogantly, "Call me Teron."
There was a loud gunshot and Teron fell to the ground with a bullet through his head.
Itsa pocketed his gun and smiled at his work. "Moron," he said to the corpse, "Did you actually think we could let you live with this information? The pilots' location is very. important to us. If someone found out we knew and informed them, they would leave very quickly and it would all be for naught." He looked over the picture and ripped it up. "As for your other little "fact"... You must be the stupidest man alive to believe the Winner heir could be a pilot."
A small figure stepped slowly into the room. "Colonel Itsa, sir?" it said meekly.
"Hm?" He turned to face the young girl. "Oh. Yes, Suki?"
Taking a deep breath, Suki spoke her next sentence in a rush, as if playing a game where the objective was to finish the sentence in one breath. "Mommy went away to do some business but she said she'd be back really soon and she's sorry for not telling her yourself but she was in a hurry."
"Thank you," Itsa grinned, "Could you inform the janitors that this room needs to be cleaned?"
Eyeing the bloody mess of a man on the ground, Suki nodded. "Maybe I should get three?"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Duo's Room
The first thing Duo saw when he opened his eyes was Quatre, sleeping on a chair next to his bed. There was a handprint on one of his cheeks accompanied by multiple tearstains. 'What happened while I was asleep?' Duo wondered. '.How LONG was I asleep?'
There was a creak as the door was opened and Trowa stepped in. He blinked at Duo, his very discreet way of showing surprise, and sat down in a chair across from Quatre, on the other side of the bed.
"How are you feeling?" Trowa asked.
Duo shrugged slightly but winced at the pain it caused. 'Note to self, no sudden movements. ouch.' "Okay. I still have a headache and I'm really tired, but it's better than before."
Trowa nodded. "That's good."
Absolute silence followed. The only noise in the room was Quatre's deep and peaceful breathing. It seemed wrong that there weren't crickets chirping in the background. Even a graveyard wasn't this quiet.
"So." Duo said, feeling uncomfortable in the silence, "How are you doing?"
"Fine." Trowa replied.
'You could answer with more than one word.' Duo thought bitterly. "What happened?" he asked, gesturing towards Quatre.
"He had an argument with Hiiro," Trowa answered, oblivious to the fact that Duo wanted to know more.
"And?" Duo questioned.
Trowa blinked again. ". Quatre got upset."
Duo sighed but winced in realizing that hurt too. "What were they fighting about?"
"." Trowa was silent for a moment. "Quatre thought he should go back to his father's."
"WHAT?!" Duo began to fall off the bed from leaning over, but luckily Trowa caught him and placed him back onto it.
". A lot happened while you were asleep," Trowa explained.
"What did you guys do?" Duo asked accusingly. "What did you do that would make him want to go back to that place?"
". Quatre was shot in the shoulder-"
"WHAT?!"
"But he didn't want to say anything because he didn't think Iria would have time to take care of you both-"
"THAT MORON!"
"But Wufei found out-"
"Lucky for Quatre!"
"But he didn't say anything-"
"THAT MORON!"
"And Hiiro was angry because Wufei didn't say anything-"
"Good for Hiiro!"
"But Quatre got upset because they were arguing-"
"His opinion on this doesn't matter."
"And he said he should go back to his father's-"
"That moron!"
"And Hiiro slapped him."
"WHAT?! THAT MORON!" Duo yelled, as the strange tale was concluded.
"Quatre's sleeping," Trowa said quietly, "We shouldn't wake him."
Even as Trowa said this, Quatre was moving in his sleep. Droplets of sweat formed on his forehead and he began shaking his head side to side violently. "No.." he muttered.
Trowa and Duo stared intently, not sure what they should do.
"Leave him alone." Quatre murmured. "Stop it.."
Leaving his chair behind, Trowa walked over to Quatre and shook him gently. "Quatre, wake up."
"Leave him alone." Quatre continued, "He hasn't done anything.."
"Quatre, wake up," Trowa said, louder this time, shaking Quatre more strongly.
"NO!" Quatre screamed as his eyes shot open.
He looked around in fear and breathed deeply. A look of horror was placed firmly on his face and he was shaking a bit. His eyes wandered around the room and stopped on Duo. "You're awake," he said with a smile.
Duo stared at Quatre for a moment, dumbfounded. "Did you have a nightmare?" He asked, finally.
Quatre's smile disintegrated. "Yes. I'm sorry, was I talking in my sleep?"
"Maybe you should tell us about it?" Duo suggested. "It might make you feel better."
"No," Quatre waved it off, "I'm fine. I shouldn't have fallen asleep so soon after eating," he explained. "Are you feeling better?"
Trowa and Duo exchanged a look. Both of them were a little bit curious about the dream. They wanted to know what could scare Quatre so much. Quatre, who couldn't be scared by Hiiro's death glares, guns pointed at his head, and even going into situations that seemed suicidal.
They wanted to know what the person was doing in the dream. They wanted to know what had happened.
But most importantly, they wanted to know who he was.
Both of them remembered the last time Quatre had had a nightmare. Unlike small children, Quatre's worst dreams seemed to come true.
And the last time, it had almost killed him.
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Nearby
The clerk handed Hiiro his money with a smile. "Thank you for your business. I hope you use Colony Computers for all of your future computer buying.. and selling needs."
End of Chapter
Phew, longest chapter yet! 2,813 words!
[1] I know, I'd never picture Hiiro as the slapping type. But he cares about Quatre (in a brotherly way, unless you like shounen ai... I'll let you choose how it is) and would never punch him... I think... At least I don't think he did in the series thinks well... He definitely wouldn't now! ^^*******
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