Be My Friend? (Unbeta-ed)
Chapter 5: The Platform of Love and Tears
Kattie
Note: Just in case it was seeming that way, there is NO shounen ai relationship between Quatre and Wesley. I would never add shounen ai between two pilots this far into a story, knowing that at least three reviewers did not appreciate it. Besides, having original characters fall in love with main characters makes me very.. Unhappy. (First thought was "rubs me the wrong way" but I think I already used that slang in the last chapter ^^*) (If you want to have you fantasies, go right ahead ^.^ I'll be with you ^^*****)
Another Note: I'm sorry this took so long bows I got bronchitis which really made my lung problems (asthma and some other disease I forget the name of) worse. ^^* So uh, I wasn't on the computer much ^^****. But I'm feeling a lot better now ^^v. Thanks for the "get well" wishes ^_____^ glomps everyone.
Note: Someone requested I not up the rating to an R, but I can't make any promises. If that person e-mails me, I will send them an edited PG-13 chapter when I get to that point in the story. If anyone else would like an edited version, I would be happy to send it to you, but it shouldn't be for a while yet. If I get enough requests, I could also post it on ff dot net, with the original. I will change the rating at the point that I believe is appropriate in the plot. Edited versions will be available upon request no matter what ^_^.
Last Note: ^^* Sorry if you read the non-edited version (this is still unbetaed). Sorry ^^*, I magically made the letter one piece again- so it could be ripped up again .. It's fixed now!
Disclaimer: Aw chee.. I haven't a good disclaimer left in me. thinks hard Ey, wait a second.. Freedom of speech.. Doesn't that mean I CAN say I own Gundam Wing? Hn? Hn? Hnnnnn?
Lawyers: No. hn. no pause at all, eh?
Kattie: v.v. worth a try.
Warning: Future chapters will contain extreme angst, violence, and thematic elements. Profanity may go beyond a minimum amount. Possible dark scenes of great depression that are not appropriate for children. Although R is 17 and up, readers ages 15 and older should have no emotional or mental difficulties with the following chapters. Children under the age of 15 are cautioned. Under 13, parental screening suggested.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Cynical, my beta reader pats on head. Who is far overworked. hands over rose And is the bestest beta reader ever! glomps
It had taken a lot of thinking and convincing, but after Wesley had been removed from his despondent state, he immediately began to comfort Quatre in return. However, knowing that Quatre was one to keep his true feelings and thoughts on a situation burrowed deep within his soul (from the many times Mr. Winner had spoken of his son), Wesley had tried to be discreet about it.
Finally, after breaking past all of the barriers, Wesley was able to get Quatre to open up with one lonely sentence, "You're father wouldn't want to see you unhappy."
This had caused Quatre to pause. Understanding Wesley's point, although he did not wish to burden him, Quatre began to say what was on his mind. "Well.. All right.. I was just worried about what to do.. I have a- ..another occupation.. That's kind of.. dangerous. I don't know if I should continue that occupation as well but.. If I got hurt.. My sisters shouldn't have to go through that.. But if I don't go back, someone else might get hurt in my place."
Wesley sighed and sat down across from him at the desk, "Is this about you being a pilot?"
Blinking in an almost completely concealed surprise, Quatre replied shortly, "What-do-you-mean?"
Blushing slightly, Wesley looked away, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to alarm you.. Your father had some.. Letters from you. I'm sorry, I read them one day when I was.. cleaning. I'm sorry."
"I.." Quatre stood up, abruptly, "I don't know what you mean."
"Sir, I-"
"I have to go," Quatre interrupted, taking the letters and placing them in his briefcase, "I've been neglecting my duties long enough."
"I'm sorry. I-" Wesley tried again, feeling horrible for even mentioning the subject.
"There's nothing to apologize for," Quatre explained, "This conversation never happened." Quickly, he strode out of the room, not looking back even as he said a swift "goodbye."
Wesley watched him leave and sighed in self-disappointment. 'Great job, Wesley,' He said to himself, 'You've ruined whatever friendship you might have made with him. Damn.. If Mr. Winner were alive, he'd fire you.' Upon thinking this, Wesley slammed his fist against the floor. "Damn it!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Letters littered the floor, making a carpet of words and numbers. Carefully, Quatre placed them in piles according to their urgency. He hated business letters, they were always so formal and lacking personality. The people who wrote them seemed to be just names on paper, without a faces or voices. He'd much rather speak with someone in person or even on the telephone.
As he finished placing the envelopes where they belonged, he noticed one in particular that stood out. Unlike the others, which were standard size, this one was noticeably small. Upon removing it from the pile, Quatre saw that the scrawl on it was of equally tiny.
Feeling a slight amusement at having found anything out of the ordinary in this boring business, Quatre opened the envelope cautiously, letting its unique shape be taken in by his fingers. Slowly, he pulled the miniscule stationery from within and unfolded it.
"Dear Mr. Winner," he read, "You are cordially invited to the funeral of Mr. Quatre Raberba Winner on the date of September 17, A.C. 195.." Quatre paused for a moment in disgust, but continued for the sake of finding possible evidence as to who had sent it, "Following his unfortunate departure next week, he shall be taken to Morden's Funeral Home and dressed in a navy blue suit. His coffin shall be a dark brown with doves carved onto the side. Please RSVP before his death.
"Sincerely, Us
"P.S. Formal attire required."
Refolding the letter, Quatre hastily stuffed it back into the envelope. He looked across the room, his gaze falling upon the sea of papers. For a moment, he allowed himself to be afraid. To wonder how many of them were filled with similar threats.
Then he pulled himself back into reality and crumbled the letter in his hand.
He'd have to get used to the death threats again.
* * * * * * * * * * * * Nearby
"He got the letter!"
"It took long enough. I should have gotten your leg for that."
"But.. It wasn't my fault that he didn't open it.."
"I don't care. It doesn't matter who's to blame."
"..That doesn't seem fair."
"That's because it isn't."
"Oh."
"You're so naïve."
"..How come you get to be the leader, anyway?"
"Because you won't pay me the blood-value of a leadership position."
"..What?"
"Perhaps if you paid me a cup full of your blood, I'd let you be the leader."
"..... Actually, I think I've become attached to my position as the evil crony."
"Glad to hear it."
".."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Silently, Duo stepped into the room, trying desperately not to wake Quatre, but knowing he would get a cold if he slept on the nearly frozen ground without a blanket. He tiptoed across the papers, trying to not step on any, carrying a blanket in his arms.
'He's going to work himself to death.' Duo thought, as he placed the cover over Quatre.
Standing up from the crouching position, Duo noticed something clutched in Quatre's hand. Carefully, he removed it, thinking he might get a papercut, strain a muscle or something of the similar painful nature (1). He quietly exited the room, taking the envelope with him, due to a lack of remembering (2) that he was carrying it.
He sat down on the couch when he reached the living room, turning a lamp on which was residing upon the sidetable. It was then that he remembered the letter and silently cursed himself for forgetting.
And then the curiosity kicked in.
Why was he holding it so tightly? What could it say? Was it important? Maybe something secret?
The questions piled up until Duo could no longer resist the temptation. With his one good hand, he began removing the letter and unfolding it, as Quatre had done in the previous hour. As his eyes wandered over it, he grew a far less composed expression than that of Quatre's.
His face molded into a look of hatred and as he read more his anger grew until he was clutching the letter as Quatre had been. Growling inwardly, he began ripping the letter over and over until it was nothing but little pieces of confetti covering his lap.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
There was a constant clicking as the owner of the cigars opened and closed their lighter over and over. It was the kind with the lid. Safer for homes with kids. Then again, they didn't have any children and weren't particularly fond of them. It probably would have been more pleasing for them to have a lighter without a lid. The lack of fire protection would have been appealing.
"Damn.." They said, with no apparent emotion whatsoever, "They've reached you first. I won't wait, then. I will be the first to confront you, whether they began first or not. You will remember my face above all others. It will be my face that haunts your nightmares and fills your dreams with desire. No one else will hold any significance when the end comes."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hiiro opened the blinds without paying a thought to the fact that Duo was sleeping right next to the window, and it was quite sunny outside.
Grumbling something about "lack of respect" and "too early" Duo opened his eyes and glared up at Hiiro. "That wasn't very nice."
"It's 12:30," Hiiro replied, "If you sleep any longer, you'll be awake all night."
"I was up all night." Duo snapped, rolling off of the couch and onto his feet. The scraps of the letter fell off of his lap and fluttered to the ground.
Hiiro stared at him for a moment. "We have a paper shredder, you know."
Looking down at the remains of the letter which threatened Quatre's life, Duo focussed all of his energy on keeping a normal expression. 'Hiiro doesn't have to know,' He told himself, 'I've already ruined Quatre's life enough.. If he wants to tell us, he can. It probably isn't anything..'
"That wouldn't be half as fun." Duo replied.
Seeming to notice that something was different with Duo, Hiiro watched him for a minute, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Duo shook his head more quickly than was natural, sweeping his braid from side to side in the process. "No." He answered hastily.
Continuing to watch him, Hiiro was silent.
"I..I'll make breakfast." Duo said, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"It's 12:30. Everyone's already eaten."
"Lunch, then."
There was something in Hiiro's expression that said he wasn't buying what Duo was saying, but he still nodded. "Fine." He said.
Maybe he hadn't noticed?
* * * * * * * * * * * *
It was too quiet. Far more quiet than it should be so late in the day. There didn't seem to be any sound at all, like the world had all signed a pledge to become mute. It was like a horror movie, when everything goes silent right before something pops out and the sound begins again.
Quatre shivered slightly but regained his composure as soon as he had. 'It's nothing,' He told himself, 'It was just a letter. Nothing's going to happen.'
It was so different from before. Before the incidents, Quatre hadn't had any fear of death at all. He didn't care if he died in battle, he was an insignificant part of the enormous world. But now, he had responsibilities. He had to take care of his sisters. He had to run the business.
He had to keep the pilots together. After seeing what they were like without him there, he was worried about ever leaving them.
'But what about your sisters?'
He hadn't thought about his decision. Quatre had had so much work he hadn't had any time to think about it at all, save the few moments he had spent speaking with Wesley.
But one thing was sure, he couldn't die like this. He couldn't die because some activist wanted to rebel against wealth. There were too many things he had to do now.
As he signed his signature on the bottom of yet another paper, Quatre could swear he felt eyes upon his back.
End of Chapter
(1) Well, this is Duo we're talking about. pets on head If I were Duo, I'd worry about this too. nods in satisfaction Then again, this also is Quatre.... and we have nothing but worries when it comes to Quatre's safety. (Only because I've been so mean to him ^^*)
(2) No, I'm not trying to make poor D-chan look stupid. I do this ALL THE TIME ^^*. I'm sure all of you have at one point or another forgotten you've had something in your hand.... right? ^^* (Perhaps Duo and I should start a little club?)
I hope you enjoyed this chapter ^_^ Please review!
Tracks:
1) Haru da Mono- Love Hina
2) Sora E- Strange Dawn
3) Say Anything- X-Japan
4) Finale- L'Arc~en~Ciel
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. Has something unnatural on his desk. Hm.. Wouldn't it be nice to know what it is?
Jiei- The bodyguard who almost threw the pilots out.
Nitki- Quatre's sister and Bouken's wife. Seems to have figured something out about Bouken, but can't remember.
Work Associate (will be associates soon)-
Wesley- A young, unsure secretary at Winner Corporation. He once worked under Mr. Winner and attempted to quit 25 times in two years. Seems to have actually liked the man, but can we be sure? Has formed a small friendship with Quatre, but that may have been ruined by him admitting he knew that Quatre was a pilot. Hm. but did he really find out by "cleaning"?
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). Seems to be either in love or lusting after Quatre. Also appears to be a chain smoker, smoking cigars because.. ^^* Kattie thinks all super evil baddies should smoke cigars ^^*.
Mysterious Voice One- The leader of the voices gang who claims that Quatre is "Perfect" for their plan. Has a sadistic sense of humor and is violent in language. Wrote the letter which was sent to Quatre.
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. A very uncertain person who spends the majority of his/her time being pushed around by MV1. Sent the death threat to Quatre.
Chapter 5: The Platform of Love and Tears
Kattie
Note: Just in case it was seeming that way, there is NO shounen ai relationship between Quatre and Wesley. I would never add shounen ai between two pilots this far into a story, knowing that at least three reviewers did not appreciate it. Besides, having original characters fall in love with main characters makes me very.. Unhappy. (First thought was "rubs me the wrong way" but I think I already used that slang in the last chapter ^^*) (If you want to have you fantasies, go right ahead ^.^ I'll be with you ^^*****)
Another Note: I'm sorry this took so long bows I got bronchitis which really made my lung problems (asthma and some other disease I forget the name of) worse. ^^* So uh, I wasn't on the computer much ^^****. But I'm feeling a lot better now ^^v. Thanks for the "get well" wishes ^_____^ glomps everyone.
Note: Someone requested I not up the rating to an R, but I can't make any promises. If that person e-mails me, I will send them an edited PG-13 chapter when I get to that point in the story. If anyone else would like an edited version, I would be happy to send it to you, but it shouldn't be for a while yet. If I get enough requests, I could also post it on ff dot net, with the original. I will change the rating at the point that I believe is appropriate in the plot. Edited versions will be available upon request no matter what ^_^.
Last Note: ^^* Sorry if you read the non-edited version (this is still unbetaed). Sorry ^^*, I magically made the letter one piece again- so it could be ripped up again .. It's fixed now!
Disclaimer: Aw chee.. I haven't a good disclaimer left in me. thinks hard Ey, wait a second.. Freedom of speech.. Doesn't that mean I CAN say I own Gundam Wing? Hn? Hn? Hnnnnn?
Lawyers: No. hn. no pause at all, eh?
Kattie: v.v. worth a try.
Warning: Future chapters will contain extreme angst, violence, and thematic elements. Profanity may go beyond a minimum amount. Possible dark scenes of great depression that are not appropriate for children. Although R is 17 and up, readers ages 15 and older should have no emotional or mental difficulties with the following chapters. Children under the age of 15 are cautioned. Under 13, parental screening suggested.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Cynical, my beta reader pats on head. Who is far overworked. hands over rose And is the bestest beta reader ever! glomps
It had taken a lot of thinking and convincing, but after Wesley had been removed from his despondent state, he immediately began to comfort Quatre in return. However, knowing that Quatre was one to keep his true feelings and thoughts on a situation burrowed deep within his soul (from the many times Mr. Winner had spoken of his son), Wesley had tried to be discreet about it.
Finally, after breaking past all of the barriers, Wesley was able to get Quatre to open up with one lonely sentence, "You're father wouldn't want to see you unhappy."
This had caused Quatre to pause. Understanding Wesley's point, although he did not wish to burden him, Quatre began to say what was on his mind. "Well.. All right.. I was just worried about what to do.. I have a- ..another occupation.. That's kind of.. dangerous. I don't know if I should continue that occupation as well but.. If I got hurt.. My sisters shouldn't have to go through that.. But if I don't go back, someone else might get hurt in my place."
Wesley sighed and sat down across from him at the desk, "Is this about you being a pilot?"
Blinking in an almost completely concealed surprise, Quatre replied shortly, "What-do-you-mean?"
Blushing slightly, Wesley looked away, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to alarm you.. Your father had some.. Letters from you. I'm sorry, I read them one day when I was.. cleaning. I'm sorry."
"I.." Quatre stood up, abruptly, "I don't know what you mean."
"Sir, I-"
"I have to go," Quatre interrupted, taking the letters and placing them in his briefcase, "I've been neglecting my duties long enough."
"I'm sorry. I-" Wesley tried again, feeling horrible for even mentioning the subject.
"There's nothing to apologize for," Quatre explained, "This conversation never happened." Quickly, he strode out of the room, not looking back even as he said a swift "goodbye."
Wesley watched him leave and sighed in self-disappointment. 'Great job, Wesley,' He said to himself, 'You've ruined whatever friendship you might have made with him. Damn.. If Mr. Winner were alive, he'd fire you.' Upon thinking this, Wesley slammed his fist against the floor. "Damn it!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Letters littered the floor, making a carpet of words and numbers. Carefully, Quatre placed them in piles according to their urgency. He hated business letters, they were always so formal and lacking personality. The people who wrote them seemed to be just names on paper, without a faces or voices. He'd much rather speak with someone in person or even on the telephone.
As he finished placing the envelopes where they belonged, he noticed one in particular that stood out. Unlike the others, which were standard size, this one was noticeably small. Upon removing it from the pile, Quatre saw that the scrawl on it was of equally tiny.
Feeling a slight amusement at having found anything out of the ordinary in this boring business, Quatre opened the envelope cautiously, letting its unique shape be taken in by his fingers. Slowly, he pulled the miniscule stationery from within and unfolded it.
"Dear Mr. Winner," he read, "You are cordially invited to the funeral of Mr. Quatre Raberba Winner on the date of September 17, A.C. 195.." Quatre paused for a moment in disgust, but continued for the sake of finding possible evidence as to who had sent it, "Following his unfortunate departure next week, he shall be taken to Morden's Funeral Home and dressed in a navy blue suit. His coffin shall be a dark brown with doves carved onto the side. Please RSVP before his death.
"Sincerely, Us
"P.S. Formal attire required."
Refolding the letter, Quatre hastily stuffed it back into the envelope. He looked across the room, his gaze falling upon the sea of papers. For a moment, he allowed himself to be afraid. To wonder how many of them were filled with similar threats.
Then he pulled himself back into reality and crumbled the letter in his hand.
He'd have to get used to the death threats again.
* * * * * * * * * * * * Nearby
"He got the letter!"
"It took long enough. I should have gotten your leg for that."
"But.. It wasn't my fault that he didn't open it.."
"I don't care. It doesn't matter who's to blame."
"..That doesn't seem fair."
"That's because it isn't."
"Oh."
"You're so naïve."
"..How come you get to be the leader, anyway?"
"Because you won't pay me the blood-value of a leadership position."
"..What?"
"Perhaps if you paid me a cup full of your blood, I'd let you be the leader."
"..... Actually, I think I've become attached to my position as the evil crony."
"Glad to hear it."
".."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Silently, Duo stepped into the room, trying desperately not to wake Quatre, but knowing he would get a cold if he slept on the nearly frozen ground without a blanket. He tiptoed across the papers, trying to not step on any, carrying a blanket in his arms.
'He's going to work himself to death.' Duo thought, as he placed the cover over Quatre.
Standing up from the crouching position, Duo noticed something clutched in Quatre's hand. Carefully, he removed it, thinking he might get a papercut, strain a muscle or something of the similar painful nature (1). He quietly exited the room, taking the envelope with him, due to a lack of remembering (2) that he was carrying it.
He sat down on the couch when he reached the living room, turning a lamp on which was residing upon the sidetable. It was then that he remembered the letter and silently cursed himself for forgetting.
And then the curiosity kicked in.
Why was he holding it so tightly? What could it say? Was it important? Maybe something secret?
The questions piled up until Duo could no longer resist the temptation. With his one good hand, he began removing the letter and unfolding it, as Quatre had done in the previous hour. As his eyes wandered over it, he grew a far less composed expression than that of Quatre's.
His face molded into a look of hatred and as he read more his anger grew until he was clutching the letter as Quatre had been. Growling inwardly, he began ripping the letter over and over until it was nothing but little pieces of confetti covering his lap.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
There was a constant clicking as the owner of the cigars opened and closed their lighter over and over. It was the kind with the lid. Safer for homes with kids. Then again, they didn't have any children and weren't particularly fond of them. It probably would have been more pleasing for them to have a lighter without a lid. The lack of fire protection would have been appealing.
"Damn.." They said, with no apparent emotion whatsoever, "They've reached you first. I won't wait, then. I will be the first to confront you, whether they began first or not. You will remember my face above all others. It will be my face that haunts your nightmares and fills your dreams with desire. No one else will hold any significance when the end comes."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hiiro opened the blinds without paying a thought to the fact that Duo was sleeping right next to the window, and it was quite sunny outside.
Grumbling something about "lack of respect" and "too early" Duo opened his eyes and glared up at Hiiro. "That wasn't very nice."
"It's 12:30," Hiiro replied, "If you sleep any longer, you'll be awake all night."
"I was up all night." Duo snapped, rolling off of the couch and onto his feet. The scraps of the letter fell off of his lap and fluttered to the ground.
Hiiro stared at him for a moment. "We have a paper shredder, you know."
Looking down at the remains of the letter which threatened Quatre's life, Duo focussed all of his energy on keeping a normal expression. 'Hiiro doesn't have to know,' He told himself, 'I've already ruined Quatre's life enough.. If he wants to tell us, he can. It probably isn't anything..'
"That wouldn't be half as fun." Duo replied.
Seeming to notice that something was different with Duo, Hiiro watched him for a minute, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Duo shook his head more quickly than was natural, sweeping his braid from side to side in the process. "No." He answered hastily.
Continuing to watch him, Hiiro was silent.
"I..I'll make breakfast." Duo said, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"It's 12:30. Everyone's already eaten."
"Lunch, then."
There was something in Hiiro's expression that said he wasn't buying what Duo was saying, but he still nodded. "Fine." He said.
Maybe he hadn't noticed?
* * * * * * * * * * * *
It was too quiet. Far more quiet than it should be so late in the day. There didn't seem to be any sound at all, like the world had all signed a pledge to become mute. It was like a horror movie, when everything goes silent right before something pops out and the sound begins again.
Quatre shivered slightly but regained his composure as soon as he had. 'It's nothing,' He told himself, 'It was just a letter. Nothing's going to happen.'
It was so different from before. Before the incidents, Quatre hadn't had any fear of death at all. He didn't care if he died in battle, he was an insignificant part of the enormous world. But now, he had responsibilities. He had to take care of his sisters. He had to run the business.
He had to keep the pilots together. After seeing what they were like without him there, he was worried about ever leaving them.
'But what about your sisters?'
He hadn't thought about his decision. Quatre had had so much work he hadn't had any time to think about it at all, save the few moments he had spent speaking with Wesley.
But one thing was sure, he couldn't die like this. He couldn't die because some activist wanted to rebel against wealth. There were too many things he had to do now.
As he signed his signature on the bottom of yet another paper, Quatre could swear he felt eyes upon his back.
End of Chapter
(1) Well, this is Duo we're talking about. pets on head If I were Duo, I'd worry about this too. nods in satisfaction Then again, this also is Quatre.... and we have nothing but worries when it comes to Quatre's safety. (Only because I've been so mean to him ^^*)
(2) No, I'm not trying to make poor D-chan look stupid. I do this ALL THE TIME ^^*. I'm sure all of you have at one point or another forgotten you've had something in your hand.... right? ^^* (Perhaps Duo and I should start a little club?)
I hope you enjoyed this chapter ^_^ Please review!
Tracks:
1) Haru da Mono- Love Hina
2) Sora E- Strange Dawn
3) Say Anything- X-Japan
4) Finale- L'Arc~en~Ciel
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. Has something unnatural on his desk. Hm.. Wouldn't it be nice to know what it is?
Jiei- The bodyguard who almost threw the pilots out.
Nitki- Quatre's sister and Bouken's wife. Seems to have figured something out about Bouken, but can't remember.
Work Associate (will be associates soon)-
Wesley- A young, unsure secretary at Winner Corporation. He once worked under Mr. Winner and attempted to quit 25 times in two years. Seems to have actually liked the man, but can we be sure? Has formed a small friendship with Quatre, but that may have been ruined by him admitting he knew that Quatre was a pilot. Hm. but did he really find out by "cleaning"?
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). Seems to be either in love or lusting after Quatre. Also appears to be a chain smoker, smoking cigars because.. ^^* Kattie thinks all super evil baddies should smoke cigars ^^*.
Mysterious Voice One- The leader of the voices gang who claims that Quatre is "Perfect" for their plan. Has a sadistic sense of humor and is violent in language. Wrote the letter which was sent to Quatre.
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. A very uncertain person who spends the majority of his/her time being pushed around by MV1. Sent the death threat to Quatre.