Be My Friend? (Beta-ed Version)
Chapter 3: Burning Hearts on the Road
Kattie
Note: Due to extensive homework, tests, and the fact that midterms are coming up (as well as a state-wide writing test .) I won't have much time to write for a while. I'm really really sorry for the long waits but I'll try my hardest to get chapters up as quickly as possible! Thanks for your patience!
Another note: This is going to start getting a bit confusing so I would suggest having a notepad document or something to keep all of the character descriptions in. I'll have descriptions of each character (minus the ones actually in the series) at the end of each chapter, adding new characters along the way.
Dedication: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, e-mailed, im-ed etc. to tell me what a lorry was. It helps a lot to know. ^_^ Thank you!
Disclaimer: falls asleep at keyboard I'm sorry, I don't have the energy to come up with an original disclaimer..
As the pilots tip-toed through the nearly silent house, they grew more and more aware of a presence behind them. The footsteps that followed them seemed to be getting closer and closer until finally.
"BOO!"
The disclaimer jumped out and tackled them all, proving to them that they were, in fact, not property of Kattie.
yawns That's the best I can do ;_;
The ride back to the mansion that was now solely Quatre's was almost unbearable. Quatre, drowning in sorrow, spent the majority of the time gazing out the window wistfully and letting the wind pull his finger towards the window's frame before pulling it back to the center of the space void of glass to let it be pushed again.
Throughout this, the other pilots remained silent, not knowing what to say or how to lessen the pain. Duo, feeling the guilt a hundred folds since he had seen Quatre sobbing, watched him like a hawk, waiting for any change. It didn't matter how small.
"I should have been there." Quatre said, quietly. His fingers had gone very pale from the coldness of the wind, but he didn't seem to notice.
"What do you mean?" Trowa asked, his volume matching Quatre's.
"I should have been there for my father," Quatre explained, "I could have convinced him to.. to-"
"Abandon his ideals?" Hiiro suggested.
Sighing, Quatre brought his hand into the car and rolled the window up the few final inches (1) to be closed. "He shouldn't have been there anyway. His schedule was behind because of planning Iria's fun-" Quatre cut himself off with a jagged breath. "With her funeral.."
Hiiro gave Quatre a sharp look. "You aren't planning on blaming yourself, are you? It isn't your fault. There's no reason for you to blame yourself for this."
"But..If I'd just pulled the trigger a second earlier.. Iria would still be alive and father wouldn't have been there to be killed.."
"Stop it, Quatre," Hiiro snapped, "Feeling guilty isn't going to bring them back."
Listening intently but trying to look as though he were concentrating on something else, Duo tried to ignore the guilt that was welling up inside his chest. It seemed to grow greater as every second passed, with every tear Quatre shed.
"..I know.. I'm sorry. It's just.." With a sigh, Quatre gave Hiiro a weak but authentic smile. "Thank you."
"If you ever need to talk to us, just ask." Trowa said, quietly, his voice barely even audible to Quatre.
Wufei, not one to be sentimental.. ever, just nodded to show his agreement. With the nod he grunted slightly in a word that sounded somewhat like "Nh."
Realizing that it was his turn to say or at least do something to show his support, Duo fumbled out a "Yes" before going back to his melancholy state. He rested his head gently against the window and closed his eyes, hoping that if this discussion continued, they would think he was asleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Elsewhere
"Guess what, girls?" The anorexic host of the Teen Spot Show said cheerfully, "Teen Spot's most eligible (2) bachelor of the year has just become eligible! That's right, girls, his daddy finally kicked the bucket! Now Quatre Winner is the single richest man in the universe. Speaking of single, based on our hired stalkers latest reports, he still is without a girlfriend! Hurry up, girls! He won't be single forev-"
There was a click as the television was turned off. The screen slowly faded to black and the giddiness fair of teen broadcasting was gone.
At the other end of the room, a cloud of smoke was forming around the face of the being who was watching the program. With another puff of their cigar, the room's inhabitant strengthened the fog to make it even less possible to see their face.
"So the Winner dirt is gone. For the better. How easily children can be tainted these days. Enjoy the funeral, Quatre dear? Another will be soon to follow."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Another Somewhere
"He's perfect."
"For what?"
"For me."
"That's not funny."
"For the plan."
"Him?"
"Why not?"
"He's.. too protected."
"He's perfect."
"It's too dangerous. We'll be caught."
"No we won't. We're the best, we just have to prove it."
"..I don't think this is a good idea."
"It isn't supposed to be a good idea but it'll work anyway."
"If you're sure.."
"Of course I'm sure!"
"All right. Quatre Winner it is."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Mansion
Stepping into the house he grew up in, Quatre was swept away in a sea of memories. He could hear his father saying he had work to do, but would see him at dinner. He could see the maid coming to take his coat and telling him not to bother his father. His sisters weren't home, they had all been sent away to boarding school. With so much room, the house was relatively empty.
Quatre did his homework in silence, filling out every answer correctly. His father hadn't noticed his above-average intelligence for a long time and so Quatre was bored with the schoolwork his private tutor gave him. His lack of interest had led his tutor to believe the surroundings were too dull and so he was taught outside to create a nicer working environment.
After completing his work, Quatre went to his room and took out his violin. That was how Quatre spent the majority of his time, playing and instrument, although he would read a great deal as well. Only when his sisters came to visit did Quatre have companions. The rest of the time, he'd only gain attention from his tutor or the maids. It was a rare occasion when he spent time with his father.
"Quatre?"
Quatre's thoughts were interrupted by Trowa's concerned question.
"Are you all right?"
Blushing slightly, Quatre nodded. "I'm sorry."
Trowa watched his friend for a few seconds to make sure he wasn't saying that merely because he didn't wish to worry his companion.
Regaining his composure, Quatre feigned a grin. "Make yourselves at home. I have a lot of paperwork to fill out, but I'll try to be down later. If-"
"Quatre," Hiiro interrupted, "We need to talk to you."
Quatre nearly told them they could talk later before realizing that that would be exactly what his father would say. But there wasn't a later for him anymore. "Y-yes?" He cursed his stutter silently and told himself over and over again not to cry.
Falling silent, Hiiro watched Quatre for a moment, making sure that he was all right and then, upon deciding that he was, continued; "Are you planning on piloting still?"
"Yes," Quatre answered without hesitation, "I'll try to leave the office as much as I can. Just tell me when there's a mission and I'll be there."
With a silent but obvious sigh, Hiiro asked a question he'd never though he'd have to. Not to Quatre. "Are you sure that's wise?"
Looking up at him, Quatre wore a look of surprise. "What do you mean?"
"Who's going to run your company if you get hurt?" Hiiro asked.
"Many of my sisters already work for Winner Corporation. They will own the company if anything happens to me."
"I don't think you should continue piloting."
Quatre stared at him in silence. It took him a few minutes to answer. Those minutes seemed like hours. "Why?"
Making eye contact, Hiiro answered, "Is it fair to expect your sisters to mourn your death as well?"
Another silence followed. The situation grew more and more awkward. Watching in fear and fascination, the other pilots waited patiently for Quatre's response.
"It's your choice." Quatre said meekly.
"No," Hiiro replied, "It's your decision."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Is the letter complete?"
"Yes."
"When shall we commence the operation?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Good."
End of Chapter
(1) For lack of a ruler, I'm saying 10 cm. ^^* a bit lazy maybe?
(2) I accidentally wrote "edible" at first ^^* heh heh goes off to hide Kinda makes sense though. ^^* (Sorry for my ranting)
I'll try to add chapters as quickly as possible! Sorry for the wait! bows Thank you for your patience!
Please review if you have the time. It makes homework far more bearable and chapters far easier to write nod nod. May you have far less work than I! Have a great day!
Tracks-
1) Forever Love- X/1999
2) Komm Susser Tod- Neon Genesis Evangelion
3) Tsuki no Ie- Outlaw Star
4) Ai no Fugue- Nazca
5) First Love- Utada Hikaru (the one song of hers that I actually like)
6) Teardrops- Oh My Goddess!
Funeral People-
Bouken- Quatre's brother-in-law who got the pilots out of trouble but smiled far too much than is natural at the funeral.
Jiei- The bodyguard who almost threw the pilots out.
Nitki- Quatre's sister and Bouken's wife (did I say that before? No? Oh well, I'll tell you later).
Mysterious People-
Cigar Person- Although the gender is uncertain, this figure hated Quatre's father and hopes to kill someone else close to him (or Quatre himself).
Mysterious Voice One- The leader of the voices gang who claims that Quatre is "Perfect" for their plan.
Mysterious Voice Two- The follower in the voices gang who is unsure about what they are doing and dislikes the idea of using Quatre for their plan.
Chapter 3: Burning Hearts on the Road
Kattie
Note: Due to extensive homework, tests, and the fact that midterms are coming up (as well as a state-wide writing test .) I won't have much time to write for a while. I'm really really sorry for the long waits but I'll try my hardest to get chapters up as quickly as possible! Thanks for your patience!
Another note: This is going to start getting a bit confusing so I would suggest having a notepad document or something to keep all of the character descriptions in. I'll have descriptions of each character (minus the ones actually in the series) at the end of each chapter, adding new characters along the way.
Dedication: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, e-mailed, im-ed etc. to tell me what a lorry was. It helps a lot to know. ^_^ Thank you!
Disclaimer: falls asleep at keyboard I'm sorry, I don't have the energy to come up with an original disclaimer..
As the pilots tip-toed through the nearly silent house, they grew more and more aware of a presence behind them. The footsteps that followed them seemed to be getting closer and closer until finally.
"BOO!"
The disclaimer jumped out and tackled them all, proving to them that they were, in fact, not property of Kattie.
yawns That's the best I can do ;_;
The ride back to the mansion that was now solely Quatre's was almost unbearable. Quatre, drowning in sorrow, spent the majority of the time gazing out the window wistfully and letting the wind pull his finger towards the window's frame before pulling it back to the center of the space void of glass to let it be pushed again.
Throughout this, the other pilots remained silent, not knowing what to say or how to lessen the pain. Duo, feeling the guilt a hundred folds since he had seen Quatre sobbing, watched him like a hawk, waiting for any change. It didn't matter how small.
"I should have been there." Quatre said, quietly. His fingers had gone very pale from the coldness of the wind, but he didn't seem to notice.
"What do you mean?" Trowa asked, his volume matching Quatre's.
"I should have been there for my father," Quatre explained, "I could have convinced him to.. to-"
"Abandon his ideals?" Hiiro suggested.
Sighing, Quatre brought his hand into the car and rolled the window up the few final inches (1) to be closed. "He shouldn't have been there anyway. His schedule was behind because of planning Iria's fun-" Quatre cut himself off with a jagged breath. "With her funeral.."
Hiiro gave Quatre a sharp look. "You aren't planning on blaming yourself, are you? It isn't your fault. There's no reason for you to blame yourself for this."
"But..If I'd just pulled the trigger a second earlier.. Iria would still be alive and father wouldn't have been there to be killed.."
"Stop it, Quatre," Hiiro snapped, "Feeling guilty isn't going to bring them back."
Listening intently but trying to look as though he were concentrating on something else, Duo tried to ignore the guilt that was welling up inside his chest. It seemed to grow greater as every second passed, with every tear Quatre shed.
"..I know.. I'm sorry. It's just.." With a sigh, Quatre gave Hiiro a weak but authentic smile. "Thank you."
"If you ever need to talk to us, just ask." Trowa said, quietly, his voice barely even audible to Quatre.
Wufei, not one to be sentimental.. ever, just nodded to show his agreement. With the nod he grunted slightly in a word that sounded somewhat like "Nh."
Realizing that it was his turn to say or at least do something to show his support, Duo fumbled out a "Yes" before going back to his melancholy state. He rested his head gently against the window and closed his eyes, hoping that if this discussion continued, they would think he was asleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Elsewhere
"Guess what, girls?" The anorexic host of the Teen Spot Show said cheerfully, "Teen Spot's most eligible (2) bachelor of the year has just become eligible! That's right, girls, his daddy finally kicked the bucket! Now Quatre Winner is the single richest man in the universe. Speaking of single, based on our hired stalkers latest reports, he still is without a girlfriend! Hurry up, girls! He won't be single forev-"
There was a click as the television was turned off. The screen slowly faded to black and the giddiness fair of teen broadcasting was gone.
At the other end of the room, a cloud of smoke was forming around the face of the being who was watching the program. With another puff of their cigar, the room's inhabitant strengthened the fog to make it even less possible to see their face.
"So the Winner dirt is gone. For the better. How easily children can be tainted these days. Enjoy the funeral, Quatre dear? Another will be soon to follow."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Another Somewhere
"He's perfect."
"For what?"
"For me."
"That's not funny."
"For the plan."
"Him?"
"Why not?"
"He's.. too protected."
"He's perfect."
"It's too dangerous. We'll be caught."
"No we won't. We're the best, we just have to prove it."
"..I don't think this is a good idea."
"It isn't supposed to be a good idea but it'll work anyway."
"If you're sure.."
"Of course I'm sure!"
"All right. Quatre Winner it is."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Winner Mansion
Stepping into the house he grew up in, Quatre was swept away in a sea of memories. He could hear his father saying he had work to do, but would see him at dinner. He could see the maid coming to take his coat and telling him not to bother his father. His sisters weren't home, they had all been sent away to boarding school. With so much room, the house was relatively empty.
Quatre did his homework in silence, filling out every answer correctly. His father hadn't noticed his above-average intelligence for a long time and so Quatre was bored with the schoolwork his private tutor gave him. His lack of interest had led his tutor to believe the surroundings were too dull and so he was taught outside to create a nicer working environment.
After completing his work, Quatre went to his room and took out his violin. That was how Quatre spent the majority of his time, playing and instrument, although he would read a great deal as well. Only when his sisters came to visit did Quatre have companions. The rest of the time, he'd only gain attention from his tutor or the maids. It was a rare occasion when he spent time with his father.
"Quatre?"
Quatre's thoughts were interrupted by Trowa's concerned question.
"Are you all right?"
Blushing slightly, Quatre nodded. "I'm sorry."
Trowa watched his friend for a few seconds to make sure he wasn't saying that merely because he didn't wish to worry his companion.
Regaining his composure, Quatre feigned a grin. "Make yourselves at home. I have a lot of paperwork to fill out, but I'll try to be down later. If-"
"Quatre," Hiiro interrupted, "We need to talk to you."
Quatre nearly told them they could talk later before realizing that that would be exactly what his father would say. But there wasn't a later for him anymore. "Y-yes?" He cursed his stutter silently and told himself over and over again not to cry.
Falling silent, Hiiro watched Quatre for a moment, making sure that he was all right and then, upon deciding that he was, continued; "Are you planning on piloting still?"
"Yes," Quatre answered without hesitation, "I'll try to leave the office as much as I can. Just tell me when there's a mission and I'll be there."
With a silent but obvious sigh, Hiiro asked a question he'd never though he'd have to. Not to Quatre. "Are you sure that's wise?"
Looking up at him, Quatre wore a look of surprise. "What do you mean?"
"Who's going to run your company if you get hurt?" Hiiro asked.
"Many of my sisters already work for Winner Corporation. They will own the company if anything happens to me."
"I don't think you should continue piloting."
Quatre stared at him in silence. It took him a few minutes to answer. Those minutes seemed like hours. "Why?"
Making eye contact, Hiiro answered, "Is it fair to expect your sisters to mourn your death as well?"
Another silence followed. The situation grew more and more awkward. Watching in fear and fascination, the other pilots waited patiently for Quatre's response.
"It's your choice." Quatre said meekly.
"No," Hiiro replied, "It's your decision."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Is the letter complete?"
"Yes."
"When shall we commence the operation?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Good."
End of Chapter
(1) For lack of a ruler, I'm saying 10 cm. ^^* a bit lazy maybe?
(2) I accidentally wrote "edible" at first ^^* heh heh goes off to hide Kinda makes sense though. ^^* (Sorry for my ranting)
I'll try to add chapters as quickly as possible! Sorry for the wait! bows Thank you for your patience!
Please review if you have the time. It makes homework far more bearable and chapters far easier to write nod nod. May you have far less work than I! Have a great day!
Tracks-
1) Forever Love- X/1999
2) Komm Susser Tod- Neon Genesis Evangelion
3) Tsuki no Ie- Outlaw Star
4) Ai no Fugue- Nazca
5) First Love- Utada Hikaru (the one song of hers that I actually like)
6) Teardrops- Oh My Goddess!
Funeral People-
Bouken- Quatre's brother-in-law who got the pilots out of trouble but smiled far too much than is natural at the funeral.
Jiei- The bodyguard who almost threw the pilots out.
Nitki- Quatre's sister and Bouken's wife (did I say that before? No? Oh well, I'll tell you later).
Mysterious People-
Cigar Person- Although the gender is uncertain, this figure hated Quatre's father and hopes to kill someone else close to him (or Quatre himself).
Mysterious Voice One- The leader of the voices gang who claims that Quatre is "Perfect" for their plan.
Mysterious Voice Two- The follower in the voices gang who is unsure about what they are doing and dislikes the idea of using Quatre for their plan.