Be My Friend?
Chapter 9: Separation Anxiety
Kattie
Note (sorta ^^*): A whole bunch of my reviewers are also talented writers, so I was wondering if you'd consider submitting some of your work to my ~*favorite*~ website (it even gets little pretty things around it) www.animism.net. The wonderful webmistress just started a fanfiction section and I'm the only one who's submitted . So please submit and make her day because she's very nice and works hard!
Disclaimer: ::Mission Impossible Theme (which I don't own, by the way) plays in background:: Dun dun dun dun etc. ::Kattie's sprints out, wearing all black:: Ohoho, if I cannot own you legally my dear pilots, I shall have to own you ILlegally.
Lawyers: Freeze! ::shines flash light on her::
Kattie: O.O ::roll roll away:: I will succeed!
Lawyers: :Grr: You're no Tom Cruize!
Kattie: T_T no? ::puts on spiffy Tom Cruize pilot jacket::
Lawyers:.. ^^* No.
Kattie: v.v Can I at least own Gundam Wing?
Lawyers: ::thinks:: No.
Kattie: ::sniff sniff:: I think they're getting meaner.
Warning: Chapters contain extreme angst, violence, and thematic elements. Profanity goes beyond a minimum amount. Dark scenes of great depression that are not appropriate for children and extreme angst. Rating has recently been changed to R. PG-13 EDITED VERSIONS AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST!!! E-MAIL ME AT Kattie41@aol.com IF YOU WOULD LIKE THE EDITED VERSION!!!
Dedication: To the wonderful Emily Hato, who is great and kind ::grovel grovel:: and put Silent Tears chapter 2 online when I could not reach ff dot net. (Problems with aol/ff dot net connection ^^* as mentioned on the main page) You're the greatest! ::Glomps::
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Somewhere
"Good evening, Mr. Maxwell," a deep and eerily placid voice said, amusement attempting to be concealed by it's owner. But Duo was well-trained and he caught it, not that it pleased him at all, "How are you feeling?"
'How the Hell do you think I'm feeling?' He thought, but he couldn't speak. There was a gag in his mouth, cutting into the flesh on his cheeks and making it difficult to breathe, since blood from the gash on his forehead had trickled to his nasal passages, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. His eyes were sore from the blindfold tied around them, creating a painful pressure on them. He could feel his hands bound behind his back and his ankles, making him completely vulnerable.
"I'll trust you are doing well, then," The voice spoke smoothly, as if every word were meant to come from his lips alone. As if the words were created merely for his use, "Though I must admit, I'd hoped to find you in a better condition. You look absolutely awful."
'Gee, thanks.' Duo thought bitterly. He was beginning to lose feeling in his wrists.
"I'm afraid I have to remove your mouth's binding. I must hear some things of what you have to say, though I'd much rather keep you silent. You have a reputation of.. Speaking far more than is necessary."
His voice sounded familiar. Duo was certain he'd heard it before. But where?
His heart nearly jumped out of his chest as Duo felt fingers touching his face, tracing the line of the blindfold across his cheeks and finally resting upon the knot at the back of his head. Trying to keep control of himself, Duo willed his breathing to remain slow and deep, even as the hands lingered there and he could feel his captor's own breathing upon his lips. His abductor didn't have near the same self-control as Duo, his breaths were quick and hot.
"You are quite beautiful."
Duo's eyes widened, concealed behind the mask, and he could feel the fear begin to grow within his chest. He began wrenching his hands apart from each other, desperate to tear the ropes, which constricted them. His breathing became quick and staggered and soon he began to choke on the gag.
He heard a chuckle from his captor. "It's all right, I'm not going to hurt you. I won't even touch you, as long as you are compliant. You are not who I wish to obtain. You are merely a means to an end," His hands worked behind Duo's head and soon the gag was untied, "Speak only when I ask questions or I will be forced to replace your mouth binding. Do you understand?"
Pain rushed to Duo's cheeks as he regained feeling in them, realizing that there was a deep imprint in his skin where the gag had touched, burning. He wasn't sure he would be able to speak but, afraid of the man only a few meters away, he tried and managed a weak, "Yes."
"Good," there was obvious pleasure in his tone, as though he had been victorious in a battle. As though he felt he had defeated Duo, "We have a lot to talk about."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Where's Maxwell?" Wufei questioned, having finally finished convincing the security guards that there was no need for any arrest.
Hiiro shrugged from his position on the floor next to Wesley. "He left."
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know."
Glaring down at his fellow pilot, Wufei realized that after his last words, he had begun to think Hiiro deserved to be on the ground, lower than the rest of the world. "How could you let him leave after what just happened to Quatre?" He asked, not hiding the hostility in his tone.
Rising to his feet, Hiiro glared back at Wufei, directly into his eyes. "I didn't 'let' him leave. He has a right to go where he wants."
"I'll go find him." Trowa offered, his voice sounding apathetic, though his hands had been trembling since he had heard the news of what had happened to his friend.
Neither Hiiro nor Wufei seemed to notice. They continued to stare at each other, shooting mental bullets and throwing hypothetical daggers.
"He wanted to be alone," Hiiro spat, "I'm not his guardian, he can take care of himself."
Still on the ground, Wesley stared up, afraid. He hadn't spoken a word to Hiiro since Duo had left, but he had supposed that he had lost his will to argue. It seemed amazing that he could argue two different battles in the same 15 minutes.
Wufei took a step toward him. "Although Duo is a responsible and careful man the majority of the time, he can be lazy when situations become.. Emotional. You should know that he can't be alone right now! Someone could-"
"Damn it, Wufei!" Hiiro yelled, his glare intensifying past the level of mere argument, to that of rage, "He can take care of himself! Just leave him alone!"
Taking a deep breath to calm himself before he put a permanent dent in Hiiro's forehead, Wufei took a few steps back. "Barton, we should go look for Maxwell," He paused to glance back at Hiiro, "Together," and back at Trowa, "It's safer that way."
Nodding, Trowa began to walk away and Wufei soon caught up with him, leaving Hiiro alone with Wesley.
Feeling the anger within Hiiro and realizing there was no one else the pilot could direct it at but him, Wesley began to tremble. He attempted to still himself, willing the shaking to stop, but merely lost more control instead, and produced a whimper.
Hiiro turned at this and looked him in the eye. "Are you afraid of me?" He asked, sounding surprised.
Wesley offered a weak nod, deciding it was his only defense.
Something that might have been a smile, or at least not a frown, came to Hiiro's lips. "Get up, Wesley," He said, making it sound as more of a suggestion than a command, "I'll buy you a coffee."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"They have Mr. Maxwell."
"Who?"
"Mr. Winner's companion."
"Why would they want him?"
"..He knows things. He could be invaluable. We should have thought of this before them."
"But you didn't."
"I didn't? How is it my fault, once again? I'm told what to do. You even told me not to think for myself!"
"It's your fault because you're my sacrificial lamb."
"There's nothing I can do, is there?"
"You can follow my orders and believe everything I say. You can have no doubt in your mind that we will succeed, and sleep well at night. You will never again consider that it could be your last night. You will never think of your family nor bring up any of your personal feelings or opinions. You will be my servant, my slave. And you will be content."
".. So you're asking me to give up not only my life, but my humanity?"
"Come now, society will never allow us to be humans again. We're monsters, my slave. The filth that humanity frowned upon."
"I want out! Let me go!"
"No."
"Damn it! Please!"
"The only way out is death. We both know you're too much of a coward."
"You'd be surprised. Kill me if that is my only escape."
".. No."
"Then I'll kill myself."
"No."
"What in Hell are you talking about? I'll kill myself right now!"
"If you do, your child will die."
"..what?"
"I suppose your wife as well, after my guards have a little fun with her."
"..You.. you wouldn't.."
"I assure you, I would."
"They have nothing to do with this! Please, let me die but leave them alone!"
"You understand your assignment?"
"..Yes.."
"Very good. You may leave."
"..Whatever you say.. Master."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Duo could smell smoke from across the room. For a moment, he wondered if the madman was catching the room on fire, before he heard him inhale deeply. He was a smoker.
"I should probably test you first," the voice said before exhaling the smoke forcefully, "What is your name?"
For a moment, Duo hesitated, wondering if it would be best to rebel against the man. He longed to keep silent, to rest on the chair and disappear into a world beyond the one he was trapped in. He wanted nothing more than to sleep. But there was something about the man's speech, something about his tone that made Duo afraid.
And the memory of those cold fingers across his face..
"Duo Maxwell."
"What is your relationship with Quatre Winner?"
Duo's heart seemed to stop. So this was about Quatre. He was to be questioned about Quatre. "I won't tell you anything." He said defiantly.
"What is your relationship with Quatre Winner?" The man repeated.
"I don't even know him."
He shuddered involuntarily as he felt a hand on his face again. Cold hands, caressing his skin, caressing the wound from the gag. Pain seared through this face.
"What is your relationship with Quatre Winner?" Still serene, as though he could care less if Duo answered. But his hands said differently.
"H-he's my friend." Duo answered, his voice stuttering with his fear. He cursed himself for being afraid but knew there was nothing else he could do. He had never been more scared. Who was this man? He could almost reach the answer, but his hands fell short, as if reaching for the stars but only able to touch the space a centimeter away.
"And?"
"And?" He searched his mind for another answer, "We've known each other for- for a long time. We're pr-practically brothers."
"Really?" His voice was soft and manipulative, almost seductive, "Then you must know him very well?"
Again, Duo shuddered. "I guess."
"His fears? His hopes and dreams? You must know practically everything."
"No," Duo answered, attempting to fight back, but feeling very certain that his efforts were futile, "Nothing like that."
"Are you sure, Mr. Maxwell?" The hands were on him again, this time on his wrists, tightening the ropes around them. "Are you quite positive?"
"Y-Yes." Duo bit his lip in pain, but knew he couldn't tell this man what he needed to know. He had to be strong. For Quatre.
"I told you I wouldn't hurt you, Mr. Maxwell," he sounded as though he wished to sound displeased, but Duo could tell he was enjoying having to tear the information out of his captive with the use of pain, "If you were compliant. You haven't been very helpful." His hands seemed to be everywhere, touching every inch of Duo's skin. "Perhaps you need a little more.. Training?"
Duo's screams echoed through the halls for hours afterwards.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The heart rate monitor beeped rapidly, increasing in speed with every note passed. Quatre's body began to shake violently and the doctors and nurses began to rush about yelling to each other in panic.
"What's happened?" A nurse asked the doctor, readying a needle to inject a mild tranquilizer into Quatre's bloodline. "He was doing so well.."
"A dream, Suzanne," the doctor said with a sigh, "After all this, a nightmare reduces him to stage one."
End of Chapter
^__^ New Year's present of cliffhanger too. I'm getting really mean ^^* (seriously, if I didn't know what I was going to do, I'd be pretty darned angry at myself ^^* oh wait, that's not a good sign). Well, people who im me often get spoilers ^^* soooooooo ::sings in background:: If you just can't wait ^.~ (maybe, sometimes I'm really mean).
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? Also has said he "loves" Quatre. Is this brotherly love, or is a dark plot being conjured? And how did he know that Quatre was injured?
Jiei- The bodyguard who almost threw the pilots out. Doesn't seem to be in the story right now, but will he become important? Bwo hohohoho! (I'm still figuring this out myself ^^*)
Nitki- Quatre's sister and Bouken's wife. Seems to have figured something out about Bouken, but can't remember. Is she being poisoned by Bouken?
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"? Could he possibly be "Mysterious Voice #1"'s minion? Is Hiiro correct in his accusations?
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 ^^*. Seems to already have put his/her plan in action. But when? I didn't catch it, did you? (Maybe I forgot ^^*) Has just had Duo kidnapped. Apparently, he likes tea.
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 some of the many letters, which were sent to Quatre. Has recently attacked Quatre and sent him to the hospital, where he is now in critical condition. Also has a contact somewhere in Quatre's midst. But where?
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. Has become quite the pushover. Does not wish to continue their "tests" on Quatre. Will he be able to rebel against MV1? Is he strong enough?
Other-
Nice Male Nurse- Is giving blood for Quatre. Isn't that nice? ^.^ Or maybe he has some kind of blood-transferred disease and is intent upon getting Quatre sick ^^* Then again, without the blood transfusion he'd die anyway. So maybe, Kattie has nothing on this guy and is just trying very hard to make you paranoid ^^* (which she is. but maybe for a reason?)
Naihu- Ah yes, Kattie's favorite poor-speaking baddie. (actually, I kinda hate her ^^*) She is evil and is doing something evil in the hospital. But what?
Tracks- None. I wrote this chapter in complete silence. (^^* how depressing)
Chapter 9: Separation Anxiety
Kattie
Note (sorta ^^*): A whole bunch of my reviewers are also talented writers, so I was wondering if you'd consider submitting some of your work to my ~*favorite*~ website (it even gets little pretty things around it) www.animism.net. The wonderful webmistress just started a fanfiction section and I'm the only one who's submitted . So please submit and make her day because she's very nice and works hard!
Disclaimer: ::Mission Impossible Theme (which I don't own, by the way) plays in background:: Dun dun dun dun etc. ::Kattie's sprints out, wearing all black:: Ohoho, if I cannot own you legally my dear pilots, I shall have to own you ILlegally.
Lawyers: Freeze! ::shines flash light on her::
Kattie: O.O ::roll roll away:: I will succeed!
Lawyers: :Grr: You're no Tom Cruize!
Kattie: T_T no? ::puts on spiffy Tom Cruize pilot jacket::
Lawyers:.. ^^* No.
Kattie: v.v Can I at least own Gundam Wing?
Lawyers: ::thinks:: No.
Kattie: ::sniff sniff:: I think they're getting meaner.
Warning: Chapters contain extreme angst, violence, and thematic elements. Profanity goes beyond a minimum amount. Dark scenes of great depression that are not appropriate for children and extreme angst. Rating has recently been changed to R. PG-13 EDITED VERSIONS AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST!!! E-MAIL ME AT Kattie41@aol.com IF YOU WOULD LIKE THE EDITED VERSION!!!
Dedication: To the wonderful Emily Hato, who is great and kind ::grovel grovel:: and put Silent Tears chapter 2 online when I could not reach ff dot net. (Problems with aol/ff dot net connection ^^* as mentioned on the main page) You're the greatest! ::Glomps::
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Somewhere
"Good evening, Mr. Maxwell," a deep and eerily placid voice said, amusement attempting to be concealed by it's owner. But Duo was well-trained and he caught it, not that it pleased him at all, "How are you feeling?"
'How the Hell do you think I'm feeling?' He thought, but he couldn't speak. There was a gag in his mouth, cutting into the flesh on his cheeks and making it difficult to breathe, since blood from the gash on his forehead had trickled to his nasal passages, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. His eyes were sore from the blindfold tied around them, creating a painful pressure on them. He could feel his hands bound behind his back and his ankles, making him completely vulnerable.
"I'll trust you are doing well, then," The voice spoke smoothly, as if every word were meant to come from his lips alone. As if the words were created merely for his use, "Though I must admit, I'd hoped to find you in a better condition. You look absolutely awful."
'Gee, thanks.' Duo thought bitterly. He was beginning to lose feeling in his wrists.
"I'm afraid I have to remove your mouth's binding. I must hear some things of what you have to say, though I'd much rather keep you silent. You have a reputation of.. Speaking far more than is necessary."
His voice sounded familiar. Duo was certain he'd heard it before. But where?
His heart nearly jumped out of his chest as Duo felt fingers touching his face, tracing the line of the blindfold across his cheeks and finally resting upon the knot at the back of his head. Trying to keep control of himself, Duo willed his breathing to remain slow and deep, even as the hands lingered there and he could feel his captor's own breathing upon his lips. His abductor didn't have near the same self-control as Duo, his breaths were quick and hot.
"You are quite beautiful."
Duo's eyes widened, concealed behind the mask, and he could feel the fear begin to grow within his chest. He began wrenching his hands apart from each other, desperate to tear the ropes, which constricted them. His breathing became quick and staggered and soon he began to choke on the gag.
He heard a chuckle from his captor. "It's all right, I'm not going to hurt you. I won't even touch you, as long as you are compliant. You are not who I wish to obtain. You are merely a means to an end," His hands worked behind Duo's head and soon the gag was untied, "Speak only when I ask questions or I will be forced to replace your mouth binding. Do you understand?"
Pain rushed to Duo's cheeks as he regained feeling in them, realizing that there was a deep imprint in his skin where the gag had touched, burning. He wasn't sure he would be able to speak but, afraid of the man only a few meters away, he tried and managed a weak, "Yes."
"Good," there was obvious pleasure in his tone, as though he had been victorious in a battle. As though he felt he had defeated Duo, "We have a lot to talk about."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Where's Maxwell?" Wufei questioned, having finally finished convincing the security guards that there was no need for any arrest.
Hiiro shrugged from his position on the floor next to Wesley. "He left."
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know."
Glaring down at his fellow pilot, Wufei realized that after his last words, he had begun to think Hiiro deserved to be on the ground, lower than the rest of the world. "How could you let him leave after what just happened to Quatre?" He asked, not hiding the hostility in his tone.
Rising to his feet, Hiiro glared back at Wufei, directly into his eyes. "I didn't 'let' him leave. He has a right to go where he wants."
"I'll go find him." Trowa offered, his voice sounding apathetic, though his hands had been trembling since he had heard the news of what had happened to his friend.
Neither Hiiro nor Wufei seemed to notice. They continued to stare at each other, shooting mental bullets and throwing hypothetical daggers.
"He wanted to be alone," Hiiro spat, "I'm not his guardian, he can take care of himself."
Still on the ground, Wesley stared up, afraid. He hadn't spoken a word to Hiiro since Duo had left, but he had supposed that he had lost his will to argue. It seemed amazing that he could argue two different battles in the same 15 minutes.
Wufei took a step toward him. "Although Duo is a responsible and careful man the majority of the time, he can be lazy when situations become.. Emotional. You should know that he can't be alone right now! Someone could-"
"Damn it, Wufei!" Hiiro yelled, his glare intensifying past the level of mere argument, to that of rage, "He can take care of himself! Just leave him alone!"
Taking a deep breath to calm himself before he put a permanent dent in Hiiro's forehead, Wufei took a few steps back. "Barton, we should go look for Maxwell," He paused to glance back at Hiiro, "Together," and back at Trowa, "It's safer that way."
Nodding, Trowa began to walk away and Wufei soon caught up with him, leaving Hiiro alone with Wesley.
Feeling the anger within Hiiro and realizing there was no one else the pilot could direct it at but him, Wesley began to tremble. He attempted to still himself, willing the shaking to stop, but merely lost more control instead, and produced a whimper.
Hiiro turned at this and looked him in the eye. "Are you afraid of me?" He asked, sounding surprised.
Wesley offered a weak nod, deciding it was his only defense.
Something that might have been a smile, or at least not a frown, came to Hiiro's lips. "Get up, Wesley," He said, making it sound as more of a suggestion than a command, "I'll buy you a coffee."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"They have Mr. Maxwell."
"Who?"
"Mr. Winner's companion."
"Why would they want him?"
"..He knows things. He could be invaluable. We should have thought of this before them."
"But you didn't."
"I didn't? How is it my fault, once again? I'm told what to do. You even told me not to think for myself!"
"It's your fault because you're my sacrificial lamb."
"There's nothing I can do, is there?"
"You can follow my orders and believe everything I say. You can have no doubt in your mind that we will succeed, and sleep well at night. You will never again consider that it could be your last night. You will never think of your family nor bring up any of your personal feelings or opinions. You will be my servant, my slave. And you will be content."
".. So you're asking me to give up not only my life, but my humanity?"
"Come now, society will never allow us to be humans again. We're monsters, my slave. The filth that humanity frowned upon."
"I want out! Let me go!"
"No."
"Damn it! Please!"
"The only way out is death. We both know you're too much of a coward."
"You'd be surprised. Kill me if that is my only escape."
".. No."
"Then I'll kill myself."
"No."
"What in Hell are you talking about? I'll kill myself right now!"
"If you do, your child will die."
"..what?"
"I suppose your wife as well, after my guards have a little fun with her."
"..You.. you wouldn't.."
"I assure you, I would."
"They have nothing to do with this! Please, let me die but leave them alone!"
"You understand your assignment?"
"..Yes.."
"Very good. You may leave."
"..Whatever you say.. Master."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Duo could smell smoke from across the room. For a moment, he wondered if the madman was catching the room on fire, before he heard him inhale deeply. He was a smoker.
"I should probably test you first," the voice said before exhaling the smoke forcefully, "What is your name?"
For a moment, Duo hesitated, wondering if it would be best to rebel against the man. He longed to keep silent, to rest on the chair and disappear into a world beyond the one he was trapped in. He wanted nothing more than to sleep. But there was something about the man's speech, something about his tone that made Duo afraid.
And the memory of those cold fingers across his face..
"Duo Maxwell."
"What is your relationship with Quatre Winner?"
Duo's heart seemed to stop. So this was about Quatre. He was to be questioned about Quatre. "I won't tell you anything." He said defiantly.
"What is your relationship with Quatre Winner?" The man repeated.
"I don't even know him."
He shuddered involuntarily as he felt a hand on his face again. Cold hands, caressing his skin, caressing the wound from the gag. Pain seared through this face.
"What is your relationship with Quatre Winner?" Still serene, as though he could care less if Duo answered. But his hands said differently.
"H-he's my friend." Duo answered, his voice stuttering with his fear. He cursed himself for being afraid but knew there was nothing else he could do. He had never been more scared. Who was this man? He could almost reach the answer, but his hands fell short, as if reaching for the stars but only able to touch the space a centimeter away.
"And?"
"And?" He searched his mind for another answer, "We've known each other for- for a long time. We're pr-practically brothers."
"Really?" His voice was soft and manipulative, almost seductive, "Then you must know him very well?"
Again, Duo shuddered. "I guess."
"His fears? His hopes and dreams? You must know practically everything."
"No," Duo answered, attempting to fight back, but feeling very certain that his efforts were futile, "Nothing like that."
"Are you sure, Mr. Maxwell?" The hands were on him again, this time on his wrists, tightening the ropes around them. "Are you quite positive?"
"Y-Yes." Duo bit his lip in pain, but knew he couldn't tell this man what he needed to know. He had to be strong. For Quatre.
"I told you I wouldn't hurt you, Mr. Maxwell," he sounded as though he wished to sound displeased, but Duo could tell he was enjoying having to tear the information out of his captive with the use of pain, "If you were compliant. You haven't been very helpful." His hands seemed to be everywhere, touching every inch of Duo's skin. "Perhaps you need a little more.. Training?"
Duo's screams echoed through the halls for hours afterwards.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The heart rate monitor beeped rapidly, increasing in speed with every note passed. Quatre's body began to shake violently and the doctors and nurses began to rush about yelling to each other in panic.
"What's happened?" A nurse asked the doctor, readying a needle to inject a mild tranquilizer into Quatre's bloodline. "He was doing so well.."
"A dream, Suzanne," the doctor said with a sigh, "After all this, a nightmare reduces him to stage one."
End of Chapter
^__^ New Year's present of cliffhanger too. I'm getting really mean ^^* (seriously, if I didn't know what I was going to do, I'd be pretty darned angry at myself ^^* oh wait, that's not a good sign). Well, people who im me often get spoilers ^^* soooooooo ::sings in background:: If you just can't wait ^.~ (maybe, sometimes I'm really mean).
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? Also has said he "loves" Quatre. Is this brotherly love, or is a dark plot being conjured? And how did he know that Quatre was injured?
Jiei- The bodyguard who almost threw the pilots out. Doesn't seem to be in the story right now, but will he become important? Bwo hohohoho! (I'm still figuring this out myself ^^*)
Nitki- Quatre's sister and Bouken's wife. Seems to have figured something out about Bouken, but can't remember. Is she being poisoned by Bouken?
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"? Could he possibly be "Mysterious Voice #1"'s minion? Is Hiiro correct in his accusations?
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 ^^*. Seems to already have put his/her plan in action. But when? I didn't catch it, did you? (Maybe I forgot ^^*) Has just had Duo kidnapped. Apparently, he likes tea.
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 some of the many letters, which were sent to Quatre. Has recently attacked Quatre and sent him to the hospital, where he is now in critical condition. Also has a contact somewhere in Quatre's midst. But where?
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. Has become quite the pushover. Does not wish to continue their "tests" on Quatre. Will he be able to rebel against MV1? Is he strong enough?
Other-
Nice Male Nurse- Is giving blood for Quatre. Isn't that nice? ^.^ Or maybe he has some kind of blood-transferred disease and is intent upon getting Quatre sick ^^* Then again, without the blood transfusion he'd die anyway. So maybe, Kattie has nothing on this guy and is just trying very hard to make you paranoid ^^* (which she is. but maybe for a reason?)
Naihu- Ah yes, Kattie's favorite poor-speaking baddie. (actually, I kinda hate her ^^*) She is evil and is doing something evil in the hospital. But what?
Tracks- None. I wrote this chapter in complete silence. (^^* how depressing)