Heres The next chapter! Now heres the deal… I made another bet ya see.. Not
for a lot of money… Just like a pride thing.. in fact, if I loose, I have
to admit some things :P And pay up.. but I'm hoping you all will help me
out.. And it would really make me happy.
The bet is simple. I have to reach 200 reviews… That's a big number… BIG and if you dun wanna review, you dun hafta.. But their giving me 2 and a half weeks.. Till May 11th. I think that's enough time to get 110 reviews.. Now if you dun wanna help, doesn't matter :P I just appreciat you reading my story and dun wanna pressure.
Hehe.. I'm just a betting person.. And no MATTER what. I'll make sure my chapters are accurate, on time and good quality! That way your not disappointed :P. So if ya wanna help me, I appreciate it!
DISCLAIMER: I dun own GW .
~~~~~Wufei P.O.V~~~~~
I phoned Heero right after calming Quatre down.
Yeah.. I calmed him down.
He had no one.
Duo was gone…
Trowa was unconscious and in critical condition.
I grabbed my emotions, and began to care… So I comforted him…And in doing so, I felt better. I guess caring does help..
Heero seemed a bit shocked, but indifferent as always…He said he'll be over in a minute and basically cursed me for taking Trowa to a public hospital. I just stated the obvious..
He would've died if we hadn't.
That made Heero think. At least I hope..
Quatre was silent, sitting in a corner with this distant look in his bloodshot, cloudy eyes.
He had stopped crying after awhile.. And for the last few hours he had been silent.. just sitting there.. With an unblinking stare forward.
I took a seat next to him.. And then without knowing what I was doing, wrapped my arms about his shoulders and held him in a hug, rocking him gently back and forth, muttering "It's ok." Over and over.
I did get some peculiar looks from people, but most of all myself.. I do not know what possessed me to use these actions, but they made me feel better.
Keeping a wary eye out for any OZ soldiers, I sat back, still holding Quatre gently, "Heero's coming for backup incase they find us.. He should be here any minute." I told him.
"He doesn't care." Quatre spat out.. I was shocked at the anger that filled his voice.. Quatre was usually so passive and kind.
"Well…" I couldn't lie, "Heero may not seem to care.. But maybe he does care about……Trowa…" It was hopefully the truth I guess.
Quatre grumbled, "He doesn't care about Duo… or Trowa… Or us. We're only tools to him.. To be used in battle and then discarded until needed again."
I watched him grow tense as he continued to babble, "And now look. Trowa's practically dead.. Duo could be as well…We can't do anything because of fucking OZ…Look at us….Just look!"
He began to raise his voice and I shushed him quickly.. We couldn't afford to be discovered.
He just shot a glare in my direction and spat out, "Our life is a living hell."
"Got a point there." I muttered, cracking a grin.. I guess.. Once the barriers of indifference are broken down, all emotions are possible.. it seemed that way with me now. And I'm actually finding it quite nice.
People whom hide their emotions… Are to afraid to show them. To weak to show they care.. And try to uphold their dignity when someone is in need.. like Heero. And now since I've decided to throw away my veil, I realize this…
I looked down at Quatre and glimpsed into his crystal eyes, which to my amazement, laid clouded in a blood red sheen.
I blinked and sighed softly, "Quatre.. Calm down.. To become over emotional is to show weakness.. Think about Trowa.. he wouldn't want you to get angry.."
That made him calm down.
Heero arrived shortly after me and Quatre's little talk… He was all business, and just sat next to us silently.
I turned towards him, gazing at him quietly.. For a moment… I thought I saw his brow twitch in anguish.. His eyes reflect sorrow… And it stayed that way until he noticed me staring at him.. And only then did he retain his normal indifference.
I don't know how long we waited… But it must have been quiet awhile..
Quatre fell asleep on the chair, and I felt myself nodding off as well, my head throbbing dully from the still sore injury to it.
A nurse walked in and called for us. I stood, gently, as not to wake Quatre.
Heero rose with me and together we walked up to her. She briefly summed up the situation.
"Your friend is in very critical condition. He's currently in a coma in which we cannot revive him from. He's received a broken arm, broken leg and four broken ribs along with a skull fracture.
His numerous cuts and slashes were collected with dust and may be infected.. if so there is chance that it'll cause fever and certain death. His breathing is shallow but has evened out and his heartbeat still remains quiet soft. We have been working to revive him, but it seems he might go into shock.
There's extreme trauma to the brain area which may cause brain damage and loss of memory once he wakes up, assuming he does." She nodded and with a small smile, "It looks grim but there's some hope."
I nodded, sighing softly.. Extremely bad news….Heero stayed impassive.
This would lay us up awhile.. From searching for Duo and completing any missions.
I asked if we could spend the night here and the nurse nodded, supplying us with a few spare blankets.
Without eating or speaking to each other, I threw a blanket over Quatre and curled up in the chair beside him.
As I closed my eyes, Heero took a position in the corner, leaning back with a blanket in his hand..
His head was bowed, and his hands clenched…He seemed angry… Sad.. By the way his movements shown through…
I guess the perfect soldier isn't all that perfect after all.
~~~~~TBC
Yep.. there's Wufei's.. next is Heero's.. I might leave Trowa out for awhile since he's in serious condition and all.. But he's going to play a huge roll so watch for his next P.O.V!
Remember! If you want to help me get to 200 reviews, go ahead.. The deadline is May 11th. Thankies so much for reading! Buh bai!
The bet is simple. I have to reach 200 reviews… That's a big number… BIG and if you dun wanna review, you dun hafta.. But their giving me 2 and a half weeks.. Till May 11th. I think that's enough time to get 110 reviews.. Now if you dun wanna help, doesn't matter :P I just appreciat you reading my story and dun wanna pressure.
Hehe.. I'm just a betting person.. And no MATTER what. I'll make sure my chapters are accurate, on time and good quality! That way your not disappointed :P. So if ya wanna help me, I appreciate it!
DISCLAIMER: I dun own GW .
~~~~~Wufei P.O.V~~~~~
I phoned Heero right after calming Quatre down.
Yeah.. I calmed him down.
He had no one.
Duo was gone…
Trowa was unconscious and in critical condition.
I grabbed my emotions, and began to care… So I comforted him…And in doing so, I felt better. I guess caring does help..
Heero seemed a bit shocked, but indifferent as always…He said he'll be over in a minute and basically cursed me for taking Trowa to a public hospital. I just stated the obvious..
He would've died if we hadn't.
That made Heero think. At least I hope..
Quatre was silent, sitting in a corner with this distant look in his bloodshot, cloudy eyes.
He had stopped crying after awhile.. And for the last few hours he had been silent.. just sitting there.. With an unblinking stare forward.
I took a seat next to him.. And then without knowing what I was doing, wrapped my arms about his shoulders and held him in a hug, rocking him gently back and forth, muttering "It's ok." Over and over.
I did get some peculiar looks from people, but most of all myself.. I do not know what possessed me to use these actions, but they made me feel better.
Keeping a wary eye out for any OZ soldiers, I sat back, still holding Quatre gently, "Heero's coming for backup incase they find us.. He should be here any minute." I told him.
"He doesn't care." Quatre spat out.. I was shocked at the anger that filled his voice.. Quatre was usually so passive and kind.
"Well…" I couldn't lie, "Heero may not seem to care.. But maybe he does care about……Trowa…" It was hopefully the truth I guess.
Quatre grumbled, "He doesn't care about Duo… or Trowa… Or us. We're only tools to him.. To be used in battle and then discarded until needed again."
I watched him grow tense as he continued to babble, "And now look. Trowa's practically dead.. Duo could be as well…We can't do anything because of fucking OZ…Look at us….Just look!"
He began to raise his voice and I shushed him quickly.. We couldn't afford to be discovered.
He just shot a glare in my direction and spat out, "Our life is a living hell."
"Got a point there." I muttered, cracking a grin.. I guess.. Once the barriers of indifference are broken down, all emotions are possible.. it seemed that way with me now. And I'm actually finding it quite nice.
People whom hide their emotions… Are to afraid to show them. To weak to show they care.. And try to uphold their dignity when someone is in need.. like Heero. And now since I've decided to throw away my veil, I realize this…
I looked down at Quatre and glimpsed into his crystal eyes, which to my amazement, laid clouded in a blood red sheen.
I blinked and sighed softly, "Quatre.. Calm down.. To become over emotional is to show weakness.. Think about Trowa.. he wouldn't want you to get angry.."
That made him calm down.
Heero arrived shortly after me and Quatre's little talk… He was all business, and just sat next to us silently.
I turned towards him, gazing at him quietly.. For a moment… I thought I saw his brow twitch in anguish.. His eyes reflect sorrow… And it stayed that way until he noticed me staring at him.. And only then did he retain his normal indifference.
I don't know how long we waited… But it must have been quiet awhile..
Quatre fell asleep on the chair, and I felt myself nodding off as well, my head throbbing dully from the still sore injury to it.
A nurse walked in and called for us. I stood, gently, as not to wake Quatre.
Heero rose with me and together we walked up to her. She briefly summed up the situation.
"Your friend is in very critical condition. He's currently in a coma in which we cannot revive him from. He's received a broken arm, broken leg and four broken ribs along with a skull fracture.
His numerous cuts and slashes were collected with dust and may be infected.. if so there is chance that it'll cause fever and certain death. His breathing is shallow but has evened out and his heartbeat still remains quiet soft. We have been working to revive him, but it seems he might go into shock.
There's extreme trauma to the brain area which may cause brain damage and loss of memory once he wakes up, assuming he does." She nodded and with a small smile, "It looks grim but there's some hope."
I nodded, sighing softly.. Extremely bad news….Heero stayed impassive.
This would lay us up awhile.. From searching for Duo and completing any missions.
I asked if we could spend the night here and the nurse nodded, supplying us with a few spare blankets.
Without eating or speaking to each other, I threw a blanket over Quatre and curled up in the chair beside him.
As I closed my eyes, Heero took a position in the corner, leaning back with a blanket in his hand..
His head was bowed, and his hands clenched…He seemed angry… Sad.. By the way his movements shown through…
I guess the perfect soldier isn't all that perfect after all.
~~~~~TBC
Yep.. there's Wufei's.. next is Heero's.. I might leave Trowa out for awhile since he's in serious condition and all.. But he's going to play a huge roll so watch for his next P.O.V!
Remember! If you want to help me get to 200 reviews, go ahead.. The deadline is May 11th. Thankies so much for reading! Buh bai!