Desert Rose
Chapter 3: Falling Down
Kattie
Disclaimer: I do not own "Art of Life" or Gundam Wing. Is this a big surprise?
Warning: Major angst. Some shounen ai- not much, but it may become more later. Somewhat confusing at the beginning but everything will be explained later on.
Dedication: This is dedicated to Hide. Rest in peace. bows
"You know what the saddest part is? When I'm dead you'll go home and brag to your friends. 'Yeah,' you'll say, 'I killed a man today'."
*I'm making the wall inside my heart I don't wanna let my emotions get out*
"Are you all right?" A feminine voice asked.
Quatre looked up tiredly and offered the woman a weak smile. "I'm fine, thanks." He took a few seconds to secure a mask that concealed his confused emotions. "I just tripped. Sorry."
The woman nodded and walked back to her male companion. "He says he's okay." She said to him, trying to be quiet so Quatre wouldn't hear.
"I don't know why you bother," The man answered, "This colony's really gone to the pits. Drunks everywhere!"
'Drunk?' Quatre thought. 'I wish I were drunk. Anything to get rid of this.'
With that last thought, he closed his eyes and went to sleep on the cold but comforting pavement.
* It scares me to look at the world Don't want to find myself lost in your eyes*
Trowa looked down the alley, attempting to find his friend. Quatre had said he wanted to be alone, but Trowa just didn't have the heart to leave him in solitude, not in this condition. "Quatre!" He called out to the night.
Walking out of the alley, Trowa continued his search for his friend, though he was starting to think this was futile.
A young couple sauntered by, talking to each other.
"You really shouldn't worry about him, my dear. Apart from a throbbing headache in the morning, he'll be just fine."
"Do you really think so, Vincent? He looked like something else was troubling him. I've seen drunkards before, but he seemed sober to me."
"He said he was fine, darling. Maybe he really did trip? We just came at the wrong time."
"But... he fell asleep..."
"Just tired. I'm tired too. Why don't we stop worrying about him and get home. It's late."
"...All right, dear. If you're sure."
They nodded to him and the woman smiled kindly as they passed. Trowa watched them leave for a minute before sprinting in the direction they'd come from. 'Oh God, Quatre, please be all right.'
Quatre wasn't too far away from where he'd met the couple. It only took Trowa a few minutes to reach his unconscious friend. "Quatre?" He said quietly, as he took Quatre's head onto his lap. "Are you all right?"
Quatre's eyes rolled open slowly, and they looked straight into Trowa's. Funny, he'd never realized how pretty Trowa's eyes were before. Like shimmering emeralds. "You have... beautiful eyes..." He said, his mind clouding up.
* I tried to drown my past in gray
I never wanna feel more pain*
"Quatre, what are you doing to yourself?" Trowa asked, helping his friend to his feet. "You need to tell us what's wrong."
"I'm... cleansing myself... of the memories," Quatre explained, "After I'm done, nothing will be wrong."
"You aren't going to survive, at this rate," Trowa replied, "You need to take better care of yourself."
"You keep telling me what I need to do..." Quatre struggled a few steps forward. "But none of those are what I really need to do... I need to get rid of this pain. This is the only way I know how."
"Is committing suicide your way of ending the pain?" Trowa asked, becoming angry with his friend.
Quatre thought about this for a moment. "Is that the only way?"
* Ran away from you without saying any words What I don't wanna lose is love*
"Quatre, you can't be serious." Trowa couldn't believe what he was hearing. These words couldn't possibly be coming from Quatre. From the cheerful boy who had taught him to love. It couldn't be possible that Quatre had lost all of his happiness so quickly.
A small smile came to Quatre's lips as he looked Trowa in the eyes again. They didn't say anything for a few minutes. Quatre lifted his hand and brushed Trowa's bangs out of his eyes, grinning all the while.
"Quatre...?"
Without warning, Quatre took off running, away from Trowa. It took Trowa a couple moments to realize what had happened, before he went sprinting after his friend. 'No, Quatre,' He thought, 'I can't lose you...'
* Through my eyes Time goes by like tears My emotion's losing the color of life*
This was the fastest Quatre had ever run, but then again, Quatre had never run out of pure desperation before. He couldn't let Trowa catch up with him. His legs seemed to understand this and became more powerful. Instead of screaming out in pain from the speed, they seemed to laugh and push themselves harder.
Time seemed to slow down for Quatre as the tears began sliding down his cheeks. Even as he ran his hardest, he knew that somewhere, deep inside, in the farthest corner of his heart, he wanted Trowa to catch up with him. He wanted Trowa to grab his arm and drag him back to the safehouse. But his legs seemed to disagree.
Even if he were back with Trowa, he'd only drag him down. Trowa deserved better than a souless body. No, they all deserved better. The world deserved better than to deal with such a-
"Murderer. You use a prettier word. Trying to fool yourself. But we all know what you are. You're a murderer."
* Kill my heart
Release all my pain*
'Trowa's right,' Quatre thought, 'There is only one way to destroy this pain. He was right. If my heart stops beating, how can it feel any pain? I won't have to feel anything at all.'
'Not even love?'
*I'm shouting out loud Insanity takes hold over me*
"I'm sorry!" Quatre screamed to the starlit sky. "I'm so sorry!"
But it had to be done. If they knew the strength of this pain, they'd only agree with him that this was the right thing to do. If they only knew.
'I'll self-destruct,' Quatre decided, 'Then my Gundam will never fall into the wrong hands...'
**
Trowa wandered aimlessly through the night. "Quatre!" He called out again. There was no reply, not that he expected there would be.
There was nothing he could do. He'd have to go back to the safehouse and pray Quatre came back. Or maybe the other pilots would help him search. Anything was better than this.
"I want to see the cherry blossoms of spring again..."
End of Chapter
Please review, if you have the time.
Chapter 3: Falling Down
Kattie
Disclaimer: I do not own "Art of Life" or Gundam Wing. Is this a big surprise?
Warning: Major angst. Some shounen ai- not much, but it may become more later. Somewhat confusing at the beginning but everything will be explained later on.
Dedication: This is dedicated to Hide. Rest in peace. bows
"You know what the saddest part is? When I'm dead you'll go home and brag to your friends. 'Yeah,' you'll say, 'I killed a man today'."
*I'm making the wall inside my heart I don't wanna let my emotions get out*
"Are you all right?" A feminine voice asked.
Quatre looked up tiredly and offered the woman a weak smile. "I'm fine, thanks." He took a few seconds to secure a mask that concealed his confused emotions. "I just tripped. Sorry."
The woman nodded and walked back to her male companion. "He says he's okay." She said to him, trying to be quiet so Quatre wouldn't hear.
"I don't know why you bother," The man answered, "This colony's really gone to the pits. Drunks everywhere!"
'Drunk?' Quatre thought. 'I wish I were drunk. Anything to get rid of this.'
With that last thought, he closed his eyes and went to sleep on the cold but comforting pavement.
* It scares me to look at the world Don't want to find myself lost in your eyes*
Trowa looked down the alley, attempting to find his friend. Quatre had said he wanted to be alone, but Trowa just didn't have the heart to leave him in solitude, not in this condition. "Quatre!" He called out to the night.
Walking out of the alley, Trowa continued his search for his friend, though he was starting to think this was futile.
A young couple sauntered by, talking to each other.
"You really shouldn't worry about him, my dear. Apart from a throbbing headache in the morning, he'll be just fine."
"Do you really think so, Vincent? He looked like something else was troubling him. I've seen drunkards before, but he seemed sober to me."
"He said he was fine, darling. Maybe he really did trip? We just came at the wrong time."
"But... he fell asleep..."
"Just tired. I'm tired too. Why don't we stop worrying about him and get home. It's late."
"...All right, dear. If you're sure."
They nodded to him and the woman smiled kindly as they passed. Trowa watched them leave for a minute before sprinting in the direction they'd come from. 'Oh God, Quatre, please be all right.'
Quatre wasn't too far away from where he'd met the couple. It only took Trowa a few minutes to reach his unconscious friend. "Quatre?" He said quietly, as he took Quatre's head onto his lap. "Are you all right?"
Quatre's eyes rolled open slowly, and they looked straight into Trowa's. Funny, he'd never realized how pretty Trowa's eyes were before. Like shimmering emeralds. "You have... beautiful eyes..." He said, his mind clouding up.
* I tried to drown my past in gray
I never wanna feel more pain*
"Quatre, what are you doing to yourself?" Trowa asked, helping his friend to his feet. "You need to tell us what's wrong."
"I'm... cleansing myself... of the memories," Quatre explained, "After I'm done, nothing will be wrong."
"You aren't going to survive, at this rate," Trowa replied, "You need to take better care of yourself."
"You keep telling me what I need to do..." Quatre struggled a few steps forward. "But none of those are what I really need to do... I need to get rid of this pain. This is the only way I know how."
"Is committing suicide your way of ending the pain?" Trowa asked, becoming angry with his friend.
Quatre thought about this for a moment. "Is that the only way?"
* Ran away from you without saying any words What I don't wanna lose is love*
"Quatre, you can't be serious." Trowa couldn't believe what he was hearing. These words couldn't possibly be coming from Quatre. From the cheerful boy who had taught him to love. It couldn't be possible that Quatre had lost all of his happiness so quickly.
A small smile came to Quatre's lips as he looked Trowa in the eyes again. They didn't say anything for a few minutes. Quatre lifted his hand and brushed Trowa's bangs out of his eyes, grinning all the while.
"Quatre...?"
Without warning, Quatre took off running, away from Trowa. It took Trowa a couple moments to realize what had happened, before he went sprinting after his friend. 'No, Quatre,' He thought, 'I can't lose you...'
* Through my eyes Time goes by like tears My emotion's losing the color of life*
This was the fastest Quatre had ever run, but then again, Quatre had never run out of pure desperation before. He couldn't let Trowa catch up with him. His legs seemed to understand this and became more powerful. Instead of screaming out in pain from the speed, they seemed to laugh and push themselves harder.
Time seemed to slow down for Quatre as the tears began sliding down his cheeks. Even as he ran his hardest, he knew that somewhere, deep inside, in the farthest corner of his heart, he wanted Trowa to catch up with him. He wanted Trowa to grab his arm and drag him back to the safehouse. But his legs seemed to disagree.
Even if he were back with Trowa, he'd only drag him down. Trowa deserved better than a souless body. No, they all deserved better. The world deserved better than to deal with such a-
"Murderer. You use a prettier word. Trying to fool yourself. But we all know what you are. You're a murderer."
* Kill my heart
Release all my pain*
'Trowa's right,' Quatre thought, 'There is only one way to destroy this pain. He was right. If my heart stops beating, how can it feel any pain? I won't have to feel anything at all.'
'Not even love?'
*I'm shouting out loud Insanity takes hold over me*
"I'm sorry!" Quatre screamed to the starlit sky. "I'm so sorry!"
But it had to be done. If they knew the strength of this pain, they'd only agree with him that this was the right thing to do. If they only knew.
'I'll self-destruct,' Quatre decided, 'Then my Gundam will never fall into the wrong hands...'
**
Trowa wandered aimlessly through the night. "Quatre!" He called out again. There was no reply, not that he expected there would be.
There was nothing he could do. He'd have to go back to the safehouse and pray Quatre came back. Or maybe the other pilots would help him search. Anything was better than this.
"I want to see the cherry blossoms of spring again..."
End of Chapter
Please review, if you have the time.