Be My Friend?
Chapter 10: Prophecy of Doom
Kattie
Note: If you get a chance, please read "Abandoned Earth" by thedivinemissb (ff dot net penname). It's an original fiction and I think it's pretty darned good ^.~ My friend is writing it and has gotten it into her mind that just because she hasn't gotten many reviews she is horrible at writing. ::sigh:: If you'd like to help boost her self-esteem, please read and review her wonderful writing!
Disclaimer: Kattie: ::points in random direction:: LOOK! It's a wall! (y'know, scarily enough, people actually look when you say this ^^*)
Lawyer: ::turns to look:: Where?
Kattie: ::grabs rights to Gundam Wing and sprints away::
Lawyer: ::looks back at desk:: N? Where did my grocery list go?
Kattie: ::outside:: T_T 2 dozen eggs? Neeee?
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 Kurashi ^.~ who probably won't read this ^^* at least not until a lot later. Oh well, this is for you Kuraaashiiiii! (sounds like a war cry, ne? ^.~) Love to you! You're the best!
Quatre's Dream
The waves crashed against the seaside cliff, nearly reaching its top and ringing through the air like a warning of its sisters who would follow. Each wave was followed faithfully by the next, continuing on and on as though their glory would never die. One of them might fall, but another would surely take its place.
As the remains of each water triumph was pulled away, the tiniest fragment of its majesty the moment before, the sands upon the ocean bottom were carried with it, only to be taken back again by the next wave. The sand mixed within itself, and became one over and over again.
Upon the sleepless sand, was a figure dressed in ivory garments, harmonizing with his pale skin, though it was red in purple in multiple areas from being thrown against the cliff's side. Each laceration was filled with grains of sand that had escaped the ocean's fiery pull.
The boy's deep, indigo eyes were open but unseeing, like a corpse's, which he nearly was. But the boy was not completely dead. In his scraped and mutilated chest lay a heart perfectly intact. Struggling to keep beating, but flawless. It had seen better days, but this was far from the worst.
Another wave and he was against the rock again. And then back upon the sand, a bit more bruised with a few more scrapes. More future scars.
If he even had a future..
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"So, what are we going to do about Mr. Maxwell?"
"I have someone retrieving him as we speak."
"What about the others?"
"They're too dangerous. Bernard is disposing of them."
".. What if they've all ready.. 'disposed of' Mr. Maxwell? Shouldn't we have a second person? Just to be sure."
".. You know, you're right. I'll have Bernard bring one here, just in case."
".."
"Good job. See, this is why I need you."
"So you can ruin this poor boy's life. I'd rather not be needed."
"Don't be so negative. This is for the good of us all."
".."
"You'll see."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Wesley stared into his coffee cup and watched the sugar swirl around at the bottom. He hadn't bothered to stir. He didn't actually care for coffee, being so used to tea at the office.
A stab of pain.
Best not let his thoughts wander there. He couldn't think of Mr. Winner. The guilt would consume him. He'd lose all control of himself. Everything would just seem.. meaningless. He would be reduced to his previous being. A coward who would do anything, could be used for anything.
Slowly, he took a sip of his coffee, letting its heat burn his tongue. 'Good,' he thought, 'I deserve to be burned.' He took a big gulp of the steaming liquid, downing half the cup in one go. It caused his eyes to water.
"Are you all right?" Hiiro questioned.
Startled, Wesley lost his grip on his cup. He hadn't noticed Hiiro watching him. The Styrofoam container descended quickly, and ended its fall upon Hiiro's arm, where the coffee spilt out and onto the pilot.
Wesley stared at him in open-mouthed horror for a moment, unable to speak or even comprehend what was happening. He'd become a temporary catatonic, losing all grasp on the situation before him. When he regained his senses, Wesley began apologizing, certain that death was near. "I-I'm so sorry! Are you all right? I'll clean this up. You should have someone look at your arm. I'm so sorry! Is it burned? I'm sorry! I-"
Hiiro didn't seem to even notice. His eyes were still fixed on Wesley's face. "What's wrong?" He demanded.
"Nothing," Wesley answered automatically, "Everything's fine." He mopped at the coffee with a few napkins, soaking up all he could, but leaving some remaining. "I'll go get some more napkins." As he stood to complete the task, he felt a hand on his wrist. Stopping, he turned to look at Hiiro.
His gaze hadn't change. His strong, blue eyes continued to stare through Wesley, as if reading his every thought. "Leave it."
With a small sigh, Wesley fell back into his chair. "What?"
Drilling deeper into his soul. "You tell me."
"There's nothing I have to tell you," Wesley replied, his eyes dropping to meet the table, "We should at least put some water on your arm. It'll blister-"
"Tell me."
Wesley sighed again and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to anything to make those blue eyes disappear. He couldn't hold it within him anymore. He had to tell Hiiro. "All right.. It was two years ago.."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
There was nothing. Nothing remained but the incessant drip of the water leaking from the faucet. The impact of the droplet with the ground came every 7 seconds, he had counted it many times. Besides that, there was only silence and a lack of pain when he had no right to be free from it.
After all that..
He tried to move his hands.. Did he have hands? As he tried to move his body, try to move any part at all, he became less sure. Did he have a body at all? Or was he a spirit? Some kind of specter, floating around without a tangible form? He couldn't feel anything.
No, he had to have a body. He could hear himself breathing, slowly and deeply, savoring every taste of sweet air. He'd been a long while without it, not an hour before. He could hear his heart beating, quickly. It was louder than his breaths.
"Hello, Mr. Maxwell."
The voice. He'd heard it before. Yes, the voice had made the pain go away. After the man with the strong hands had left. The merciful voice.
He wanted to speak, to answer the voice. But he couldn't tell if he even had a mouth. He couldn't feel one..
"How are you feeling?"
'I'm not.' He thought, weakly. Or had he spoken it? Had he moved at all?
"I had hoped it wouldn't come to this."
'Come to what?'
"You need to tell me the answers now. I can't protect you from Jiei forever."
'Jiei..' He remembered that name. Where had he heard it?
"Can you speak?"
'You have to try harder.' Taking in as deep a breath as he could, he realized that he did indeed have a mouth. The air was being captured through it. 'Talk.' He tried moving his mouth and felt the life slowly return to it. Pain began to fill his jaw and he could taste dry blood upon his lips.
"Won't you speak?"
He coughed once and then tried to force a word. Instead, he let out a low groan. It hurt too much.
"Speak, damn it!"
"O..k.." He managed, before coughing again. The taste of blood was in his mouth as well. This blood wasn't dry though.
"Good." The sound of someone sitting down. "How long have you known Quatre?"
How long? Wracking his brain for an answer, he found he had none. "I-I don't know," his voice was raspy and unclear, "A long time." 'I think..'
"Has he ever spoken to you about his family?"
Family? Who was Quatre again? His head began to pound as he tried to remember. "Yes.. I knew Nitki.. No.. Iria.. He has a sister named Nitki though.. I think.. His dad died.. Um.. What else?.."
"Who else have you met?"
The pain in his head became excruciating, but it occurred to him that he could feel it again. That had to be good. "Uh.. I think I've met a few of his other sisters.. Hard to remember names- so many.. I think maybe.. Nitki's husband. But I don't remember his name.."
"Her husband?"
"Yeah.. Uh.. He was eloquent.. I don't remember.."
"Thank you, Mr. Maxwell. Rest now."
His head screamed at him. It sounded as though there were sirens going off in his head, with multiple fire alarms. The pain was almost unbearable.
And then, gone. Just like that.
Then again, everything was gone. And it was dark again.
And then his consciousness slipped.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
His feet had never moved faster. Rage propelling him forward, Wufei sprinted through the hospital with Trowa following closely behind. 'Where the Hell is he?'
"We checked here all ready." Trowa said quietly from behind him.
"We need to find Yui." Wufei replied, his speed doubling with his anger's growing intensity.
Reaching the cafeteria, Wufei glanced quickly inside, not expecting to see Hiiro there, but thinking perhaps Duo had gone there to eat, moving every time they did, so that they never met. He was surprised for a moment when he saw Hiiro and Wesley across from him.
Then the rage returned. "Yui!" He yelled, making his way across the room to his fellow pilot.
Hiiro looked up slowly. "Did you find him?"
"No," Wufei shouted, nearly tripping over a chair as he continued his short journey, "He's not in the hospital."
"Damn it," he heard Hiiro curse quietly, but still loud enough for him to hear, "Where the Hell would he be?"
"You let him leave!" Wufei continued, knocking another chair over, "He's probably hurt somewhere! Damn it! We need to find him!"
Nodding and becoming his usual quiet self, Hiiro stood up. He cast his gaze upon Wesley for a moment.
"I'll just wait here.." Wesley said quietly.
Wufei noticed a small puddle of coffee between them and some blisters on Hiiro's arm. "What were you doing here anyway?" He demanded.
Hiiro glared at him. "Nothing." He replied acidly.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Quatre's Dream continued..
Another wave. The boy's body was slammed against the cliffside again, more pain. His eyes squeezed shut with the last ounce of his energy. It was time to give up. All hope was gone.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Quatre heard himself scream.
The cliff disappeared and all that remained was a hurt boy, broken and bleeding, lying lifelessly on the sand. His eyes closed in the patient wait for death to finally take him.
"DUOOOOOOOOOOO!" And then, his eyes shot open. Quatre could feel pain coming in from all directions, taking his body by surprise. His breathing became quicker and the process hurt.
"Hold him steady." He heard a voice say. He felt hands upon him.
"LEAAAVE US ALOOONE!" He screamed.
"Calm down, son!"
"We can't risk anesthetics again. Keep him conscious."
Someone was leaning over him. Their face was partially covered by some sort of mask. Their glasses glinted as the light overhead reflected onto them. Their eyebrows were furrowed.
A doctor.
"W-what happened?" Quatre asked, ignoring the pain in the need to know what was going on.
"Relax. You shouldn't be speaking."
"You nearly died. Just save your breath."
"Where's Duo?" He tried again. Panic began to take him. "Where's Duo? I need to speak to him."
"Your friends are waiting outside. Just relax. They'll see you shortly."
Sighing mentally, Quatre tried to follow the doctor's instructions. It was easier to deal with the pain when he had his mind on his words. He began to shiver at the aches.
"It'll be all right."
But what if Duo..?
He took a deep breath. 'He's fine,' Quatre told himself, 'It was just a dream.'
Unfortunately, his nightmares tended to become real.
'Duo..'
End of Chapter
Thanks for waiting ^.^ Sorry it took so long! ::glomps:: Love and love! Please review if you have the time!
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?
Ah... I'll update these next chapter ^^*
Tracks- Chicago Soundtrack for the first page or so ^^* then silence.. Again. ^^* (I'm kinda depressing lately, aren't I?)
Chapter 10: Prophecy of Doom
Kattie
Note: If you get a chance, please read "Abandoned Earth" by thedivinemissb (ff dot net penname). It's an original fiction and I think it's pretty darned good ^.~ My friend is writing it and has gotten it into her mind that just because she hasn't gotten many reviews she is horrible at writing. ::sigh:: If you'd like to help boost her self-esteem, please read and review her wonderful writing!
Disclaimer: Kattie: ::points in random direction:: LOOK! It's a wall! (y'know, scarily enough, people actually look when you say this ^^*)
Lawyer: ::turns to look:: Where?
Kattie: ::grabs rights to Gundam Wing and sprints away::
Lawyer: ::looks back at desk:: N? Where did my grocery list go?
Kattie: ::outside:: T_T 2 dozen eggs? Neeee?
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 Kurashi ^.~ who probably won't read this ^^* at least not until a lot later. Oh well, this is for you Kuraaashiiiii! (sounds like a war cry, ne? ^.~) Love to you! You're the best!
Quatre's Dream
The waves crashed against the seaside cliff, nearly reaching its top and ringing through the air like a warning of its sisters who would follow. Each wave was followed faithfully by the next, continuing on and on as though their glory would never die. One of them might fall, but another would surely take its place.
As the remains of each water triumph was pulled away, the tiniest fragment of its majesty the moment before, the sands upon the ocean bottom were carried with it, only to be taken back again by the next wave. The sand mixed within itself, and became one over and over again.
Upon the sleepless sand, was a figure dressed in ivory garments, harmonizing with his pale skin, though it was red in purple in multiple areas from being thrown against the cliff's side. Each laceration was filled with grains of sand that had escaped the ocean's fiery pull.
The boy's deep, indigo eyes were open but unseeing, like a corpse's, which he nearly was. But the boy was not completely dead. In his scraped and mutilated chest lay a heart perfectly intact. Struggling to keep beating, but flawless. It had seen better days, but this was far from the worst.
Another wave and he was against the rock again. And then back upon the sand, a bit more bruised with a few more scrapes. More future scars.
If he even had a future..
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"So, what are we going to do about Mr. Maxwell?"
"I have someone retrieving him as we speak."
"What about the others?"
"They're too dangerous. Bernard is disposing of them."
".. What if they've all ready.. 'disposed of' Mr. Maxwell? Shouldn't we have a second person? Just to be sure."
".. You know, you're right. I'll have Bernard bring one here, just in case."
".."
"Good job. See, this is why I need you."
"So you can ruin this poor boy's life. I'd rather not be needed."
"Don't be so negative. This is for the good of us all."
".."
"You'll see."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Wesley stared into his coffee cup and watched the sugar swirl around at the bottom. He hadn't bothered to stir. He didn't actually care for coffee, being so used to tea at the office.
A stab of pain.
Best not let his thoughts wander there. He couldn't think of Mr. Winner. The guilt would consume him. He'd lose all control of himself. Everything would just seem.. meaningless. He would be reduced to his previous being. A coward who would do anything, could be used for anything.
Slowly, he took a sip of his coffee, letting its heat burn his tongue. 'Good,' he thought, 'I deserve to be burned.' He took a big gulp of the steaming liquid, downing half the cup in one go. It caused his eyes to water.
"Are you all right?" Hiiro questioned.
Startled, Wesley lost his grip on his cup. He hadn't noticed Hiiro watching him. The Styrofoam container descended quickly, and ended its fall upon Hiiro's arm, where the coffee spilt out and onto the pilot.
Wesley stared at him in open-mouthed horror for a moment, unable to speak or even comprehend what was happening. He'd become a temporary catatonic, losing all grasp on the situation before him. When he regained his senses, Wesley began apologizing, certain that death was near. "I-I'm so sorry! Are you all right? I'll clean this up. You should have someone look at your arm. I'm so sorry! Is it burned? I'm sorry! I-"
Hiiro didn't seem to even notice. His eyes were still fixed on Wesley's face. "What's wrong?" He demanded.
"Nothing," Wesley answered automatically, "Everything's fine." He mopped at the coffee with a few napkins, soaking up all he could, but leaving some remaining. "I'll go get some more napkins." As he stood to complete the task, he felt a hand on his wrist. Stopping, he turned to look at Hiiro.
His gaze hadn't change. His strong, blue eyes continued to stare through Wesley, as if reading his every thought. "Leave it."
With a small sigh, Wesley fell back into his chair. "What?"
Drilling deeper into his soul. "You tell me."
"There's nothing I have to tell you," Wesley replied, his eyes dropping to meet the table, "We should at least put some water on your arm. It'll blister-"
"Tell me."
Wesley sighed again and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to anything to make those blue eyes disappear. He couldn't hold it within him anymore. He had to tell Hiiro. "All right.. It was two years ago.."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
There was nothing. Nothing remained but the incessant drip of the water leaking from the faucet. The impact of the droplet with the ground came every 7 seconds, he had counted it many times. Besides that, there was only silence and a lack of pain when he had no right to be free from it.
After all that..
He tried to move his hands.. Did he have hands? As he tried to move his body, try to move any part at all, he became less sure. Did he have a body at all? Or was he a spirit? Some kind of specter, floating around without a tangible form? He couldn't feel anything.
No, he had to have a body. He could hear himself breathing, slowly and deeply, savoring every taste of sweet air. He'd been a long while without it, not an hour before. He could hear his heart beating, quickly. It was louder than his breaths.
"Hello, Mr. Maxwell."
The voice. He'd heard it before. Yes, the voice had made the pain go away. After the man with the strong hands had left. The merciful voice.
He wanted to speak, to answer the voice. But he couldn't tell if he even had a mouth. He couldn't feel one..
"How are you feeling?"
'I'm not.' He thought, weakly. Or had he spoken it? Had he moved at all?
"I had hoped it wouldn't come to this."
'Come to what?'
"You need to tell me the answers now. I can't protect you from Jiei forever."
'Jiei..' He remembered that name. Where had he heard it?
"Can you speak?"
'You have to try harder.' Taking in as deep a breath as he could, he realized that he did indeed have a mouth. The air was being captured through it. 'Talk.' He tried moving his mouth and felt the life slowly return to it. Pain began to fill his jaw and he could taste dry blood upon his lips.
"Won't you speak?"
He coughed once and then tried to force a word. Instead, he let out a low groan. It hurt too much.
"Speak, damn it!"
"O..k.." He managed, before coughing again. The taste of blood was in his mouth as well. This blood wasn't dry though.
"Good." The sound of someone sitting down. "How long have you known Quatre?"
How long? Wracking his brain for an answer, he found he had none. "I-I don't know," his voice was raspy and unclear, "A long time." 'I think..'
"Has he ever spoken to you about his family?"
Family? Who was Quatre again? His head began to pound as he tried to remember. "Yes.. I knew Nitki.. No.. Iria.. He has a sister named Nitki though.. I think.. His dad died.. Um.. What else?.."
"Who else have you met?"
The pain in his head became excruciating, but it occurred to him that he could feel it again. That had to be good. "Uh.. I think I've met a few of his other sisters.. Hard to remember names- so many.. I think maybe.. Nitki's husband. But I don't remember his name.."
"Her husband?"
"Yeah.. Uh.. He was eloquent.. I don't remember.."
"Thank you, Mr. Maxwell. Rest now."
His head screamed at him. It sounded as though there were sirens going off in his head, with multiple fire alarms. The pain was almost unbearable.
And then, gone. Just like that.
Then again, everything was gone. And it was dark again.
And then his consciousness slipped.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
His feet had never moved faster. Rage propelling him forward, Wufei sprinted through the hospital with Trowa following closely behind. 'Where the Hell is he?'
"We checked here all ready." Trowa said quietly from behind him.
"We need to find Yui." Wufei replied, his speed doubling with his anger's growing intensity.
Reaching the cafeteria, Wufei glanced quickly inside, not expecting to see Hiiro there, but thinking perhaps Duo had gone there to eat, moving every time they did, so that they never met. He was surprised for a moment when he saw Hiiro and Wesley across from him.
Then the rage returned. "Yui!" He yelled, making his way across the room to his fellow pilot.
Hiiro looked up slowly. "Did you find him?"
"No," Wufei shouted, nearly tripping over a chair as he continued his short journey, "He's not in the hospital."
"Damn it," he heard Hiiro curse quietly, but still loud enough for him to hear, "Where the Hell would he be?"
"You let him leave!" Wufei continued, knocking another chair over, "He's probably hurt somewhere! Damn it! We need to find him!"
Nodding and becoming his usual quiet self, Hiiro stood up. He cast his gaze upon Wesley for a moment.
"I'll just wait here.." Wesley said quietly.
Wufei noticed a small puddle of coffee between them and some blisters on Hiiro's arm. "What were you doing here anyway?" He demanded.
Hiiro glared at him. "Nothing." He replied acidly.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Quatre's Dream continued..
Another wave. The boy's body was slammed against the cliffside again, more pain. His eyes squeezed shut with the last ounce of his energy. It was time to give up. All hope was gone.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Quatre heard himself scream.
The cliff disappeared and all that remained was a hurt boy, broken and bleeding, lying lifelessly on the sand. His eyes closed in the patient wait for death to finally take him.
"DUOOOOOOOOOOO!" And then, his eyes shot open. Quatre could feel pain coming in from all directions, taking his body by surprise. His breathing became quicker and the process hurt.
"Hold him steady." He heard a voice say. He felt hands upon him.
"LEAAAVE US ALOOONE!" He screamed.
"Calm down, son!"
"We can't risk anesthetics again. Keep him conscious."
Someone was leaning over him. Their face was partially covered by some sort of mask. Their glasses glinted as the light overhead reflected onto them. Their eyebrows were furrowed.
A doctor.
"W-what happened?" Quatre asked, ignoring the pain in the need to know what was going on.
"Relax. You shouldn't be speaking."
"You nearly died. Just save your breath."
"Where's Duo?" He tried again. Panic began to take him. "Where's Duo? I need to speak to him."
"Your friends are waiting outside. Just relax. They'll see you shortly."
Sighing mentally, Quatre tried to follow the doctor's instructions. It was easier to deal with the pain when he had his mind on his words. He began to shiver at the aches.
"It'll be all right."
But what if Duo..?
He took a deep breath. 'He's fine,' Quatre told himself, 'It was just a dream.'
Unfortunately, his nightmares tended to become real.
'Duo..'
End of Chapter
Thanks for waiting ^.^ Sorry it took so long! ::glomps:: Love and love! Please review if you have the time!
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?
Ah... I'll update these next chapter ^^*
Tracks- Chicago Soundtrack for the first page or so ^^* then silence.. Again. ^^* (I'm kinda depressing lately, aren't I?)