Legal Crap: The only thing I own is my kick-ass computer. No Gundam wing, and none of it's characters. The only thing I take credit for is this wonderful plot-in-progress. (Tsuru: Yeah, right. You call this a plot? Mel: Shut up!)
Authors note: Alright, I know. This is kind of strange. I was lost on all of my other fics, so I pulled something out from the depths of my computer to work on. Um… this isn't really going anywhere right now, but I think I can turn this into one hell of a story, if I get reviews….. *nudge, nudge, smile, smile* One more thing…. I ACTUALLY HAVE A TITLE I LIKE!!!!!! *clears throat* Sumimasen, but I just had to get that out… (Tsuru: o.O Mel: You're pushing it….)
Tsuru's note: Very little Japanese is used in this chapter, don't get too used to that. Chikusho means damn, and Arigatō means thank you. If you didn't know that, memorize it. There will be a quiz. (Mel: You aren't in a good mood today, are you? Tsuru: *glares at Mel* Whatever gave you that idea? Mel: Enough with the sarcasm!)
Warnings: Um… none yet, but once I get this story going there will be extreme angst, probably shounen ai or Yaoi, um… pairings will be 2x4, 3x4 (Tsuru: That came from thoughts like "Hmm…. I wonder how I can screw this one up…." Mel: Do you have a death wish? Tsuru: *shrugs* ) and…. Uh… I don't know What else, I guess I'll just surprise you! ^_^ Now, on with the fic!!
Porcelain Doll
Quatre's POV
The battle was almost over. Only a few, stubborn Mobile suits remained. In a few minutes, we would be able to go home. Sandrock had been hit hard on the side, throwing me against the cockpit window. I could feel the broken rib in my chest, but my lung hadn't been punctured; I was very lucky. I watched as DeathscytheHell sliced through one of the suits as if it were warm butter, and listened to Duo's gleeful screams as he watched the explosion.
"Hell yeah! What did you think would happen if you messed with Shinigami?" I shook my head and laughed, but stopped abruptly. The pain in my chest was growing. The sooner we got out of here, the better.
"Quatre! Behind you!" Trowa's voice rang through my head. I turned around just in time to see a group of missiles headed straight for me, and there was nothing I could do to escape them. I held my ground and waited for them to hit me.
The explosion wasn't as bad as I had expected. The missiles hit Sandrock on the flank, knocking it to the ground, throwing me against the window yet again. I heard my head smack the window, but didn't feel much pain, I just saw stars for a while. As soon as I could, I got Sandrock to his feet so I could return the MS's attack. I was too late.
"That was a cheap shot!" Duo screamed over the radio, and promptly turned the offending MS into scrap metal. My vision hadn't cleared yet, and everything was starting to turn white. Trowa popped up on my vid-screen.
"Are you alright?" I was about to answer him, but paused. My eyes focused, and the lightheadedness disappeared.
"Yeah, I'm fine." By this point, Heero and Wufei had already left. Duo and Trowa had stayed behind to see if I was alright. I hated it when they treated me like a little porcelain doll. I may be the smallest pilot, but I'm just as good as the rest of them.
"Are you sure?" Duo asked. I set up Sandrock to take off, just as Heero and Wufei had, ignoring Duo's concerned voice. I stretched and heard my back pop. I was plunged into total darkness without warning, but I knew I was conscious because I could hear Duo repeat his question, I could feel the fear in his voice.
"Chikusho," I muttered to myself. I knew Sandrock enough to pilot it, even if I couldn't see. But I was in unfamiliar territory, so I was afraid that I would crash if I tried to fly it. "Duo? Trowa? I'm going to need help getting out of here. I can't see anything…"
Duo's POV
I stared at Quatre for a few moments, unsure of what to think. He was blind, but what happened to him? What else was wrong?
"Quatre, can you open the cockpit?" I figured that if I could get Quatre into Deathscythe, then I could get him home, and then come back for Sandrock. That damn Heero had already left. He could be so heartless sometimes. I was going to have a long talk with him when I got back.
"Of course I can." Quatre's reply was quick, sharp, and annoyed. He opened the cockpit, and I climbed in.
"Trowa? I'm going to take Quatre back home with me. You stay here and guard Sandrock. I'll be back soon with Heero, then we can get out of here." Trowa nodded in acknowledgement. I walked over to Quatre, taking off the harness that held him in his seat. He turned his eyes in my direction, but I could tell they couldn't see me. There was something about them that just sucked all of the life out of the rest of his face, like two miniature black holes. I grabbed Quatre's hand and waited for him to stand. He closed his dead eyes and shook his head.
"I told you, I'm fine." He stood up and took a few steps, then clutched his chest and fell to his knees.
"Quatre?" I put my arms around the small boy and tried to help him up. I felt one of Quatre's ribs move unnaturally under my hand. It was broken. "Quatre, I'm going to carry you out of here." I carefully slid one of my arms behind his knees, then used the other to keep his back straight.
Quatre sighed. "Arigatō…" Then he closed his eyes, and slipped out of consciousness.
To be continued?
Mel: Well, it's up to you guys. Do I continue this fic, or let it die?
Muses: *chant* Kill it! Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!
Mel: *picks up pool stick*
Tsuru: *audible gulp*
Naki: *oblivious* Kill it! Kill it! Ki—
Tsuru: *gags Naki*
Naki: ?.?
Mel: Much better. *does not put pool stick away, but rests it on the floor* Now about those reviews….
Tsuru: *looks at the pool stick worriedly* Review or die.
Mel: ^____^ I love my muses! *pats Tsuru on the head*
Tsuru: *forced smile*
