Be My Friend?
Chapter 11: Reunion in the Falling Rain
Kattie
Note: The end is near ^^* and everyone remembered Jiei ^^* Didn't think anyone read the bios at the bottom T.T I'm just not sneaky at all, am I? ::trudges away::
Disclaimer: Lawyer: ::juggling rights to Gundam Wing::
Kattie: O.O ::eyes fixed on documents::
Lawyer: ^^* ::goes faster::
Kattie: ::eyes move faster::
Lawyer: ::throws paper out door:: fetch!
Kattie: ::chases after::
Lawyer: ^_^ she's gone!
Kattie: ::looks at paper:: ne? blank? ::draws a happy face on paper:: ^.^ yay!
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!!! (I will not edit unless I have a request, gomen ne if you were curious!)
Dedication: To Martin Luther King Jr.! What an awesome guy! I studied him last year, so now I'm really into MLK day! ^_^ fweesh! ::glomps everyone::
Upon hearing the news that Quatre was awake, Trowa sprinted to the desk for the ER, slamming his hand down violently on the bell that demanded service, not noticing that a nurse was all ready sitting right in front of it.
"May I help you, sir?" She asked, hiding her annoyance fairly well.
"Has Quatre Winner been moved?" Trowa asked, gasping for breath between words.
She looked at him suspiciously, examining his eyes closely. "'N who are you? How are ya related to Mr. Winner?"
Trowa could feel his soul crinkle up like an old candy wrapper and thrown onto the street. "Me?.. I'm his.. Friend."
Continuing to gaze at him, the nurse's eyes wandered over him multiple times before she sighed and looked at her chart. "This 's against pol'cy, ya know. 'm gonna to trust ya. He's 'n room 273 on the third floor. 'm warnin' ya though, if ya aren't who ya say you are, he's gonna know. Security doe'n't have a rep'tation for gent'ness."
A small smile came to Trowa's lips, "Thank you!" He said, bowing his head to her, before running away. It was only after he'd ran out of her sight that he realized she looked familiar.
But he was in too big a hurry to turn back.
Slowly, the nurse brought the phone up to her ear and punched a few numbers. "H'llo, Security? 've jus' seen a man headin' fer the pediatric wing. Look'd 'nsane, 'm worried 'bout the kids." A pause. "He had dark, brown hair and green eyes." Another pause. "Yes. Thank you."
With a grin, Nuse Naihu set the receiver down and leaned back in her chair. "Now ta see ta Mr. Rich 'un."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
His head hurt from staring at the screen. Hiiro typed and typed, trying to find a clue as to where his comrade was. His fingers were cramped from working so quickly, and yet he hadn't found anything yet. His mind cursed again and again with each failed search. "Where the Hell are you?" He asked, after receiving a reply from "HQ" that they hadn't even known he was gone.
Perched on the couch across the room, Wufei continued to glare at Hiiro without any pause to blink. His anger grew with each breath. Almost to the point where he could no longer control it.
But why? Why did he care so much? Was it.. could it possibly be that he actually cared about Maxwell? Was the moron really his friend?
Realizing the truth behind his thoughts, Wufei sighed and leaned back in his chair. 'I should have been kinder to him,' He thought regretfully, 'I might never see him again.' "Any luck?" He asked Hiiro.
"No." Hiiro replied acidly, obviously displeased with being disturbed.
'Maybe.. Are we friends?' Wufei wondered, 'Would I call these men my friends? Is that why I'm angry?'
"I'm sorry."
Looking up, Wufei was startled to see Hiiro looking him the eyes. "What?" He questioned.
Closing his laptop, Hiiro continued, "I shouldn't have let Duo go. You were right. I.. Apologize."
Feeling the discomfort surround him and attempt to crush his body with all its might, Wufei averted his gaze and fell silent.
"I shouldn't have been angry at you," Hiiro proceeded, "But you have every right to feel so towards me. I was just.. Afraid. If one of us died.. If we die.. It's been a privilege to call you my friend."
For a moment, Wufei wondered if Hiiro was reading his mind. Stealing away his inner thoughts and using them to weaken him. He grew angry but then realized, 'Maybe we're all thinking the same thing..' Allowing his eyes to rise and again meet Hiiro's, Wufei nodded, "An honor for me as well."
They continued staring at each other for a few seconds more, before Hiiro returned to his laptop. "I'll keep looking."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Tell me, Mr. Maxwell," The voice said cheerfully. His position changed, speaking from different directions. It was making Duo dizzy, "Is Mr. Winner a relatively quick healer?"
Grogginess. Just answer the man so you can go back to sleep. "Nn hnn," Duo mumbled, "Most of the time."
"Thank you, Mr. Maxwell. You've been very helpful."
"Nn."
"We might allow you to live longer than we had anticipated."
"Nn."
"Rest. When I need you again, I'll return."
Duo followed his instructions. It seemed like the only thing to do.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Excuse me, sir," A man dressed in a dark blue uniform said, approaching Trowa with one hand touching the gun at his side, "Where are you going to?"
Hesitantly, Trowa stopped and turned to face him. "I need to see my friend. I was told he was in room 273."
The security guard raised an eyebrow. "Two seventy-three? In the pediatric wing?"
"What?" Trowa paused, staring at the man to understand the situation, "I must have the wrong room number.. Do you know which room Quatre Winner is in?"
"Hands above your head!" The guard yelled at Quatre's name, raising his gun to meet Trowa's temple.
'I don't have time for this,' Trowa thought acidly, bringing his hands up very slowly, 'I'll explain it when I find Quatre.' And proceeded to grab the man's gun out of his hand, letting a shot go off to his side, the bullet implanting itself into the floor. With an inward sigh, he placed it to the side of the guard's head. "Which room is Quatre Winner in?"
"Th-three fifty four." The man stuttered, his eyes opened wide in fear and panic.
"Thank you." Jamming his gun into the side of the man's neck, Trowa knocked him out and continued his mad journey to reach Quatre. As he reached the elevator, he saw another guard appear and stop to help his fallen comrade.
The door closed and Trowa pushed the button for the 6th floor an excessive amount of times in his hurry. The man inside the elevator with him watched him with an obvious curiosity. "Who're you visiting?" He asked.
Trowa didn't answer, his mind was racing far too fast to register the question. He just stared up at the little numbers lighting up, informing them of the floor they were currently on.
"Ah, I see," the man grumbled to himself, "Not good, eh? Listen, you shouldn't be here if it gets bad. No body should have to see a loved one die."
"He won't die." Trowa snapped.
The man grinned back at him. "Not yet." With a jolt, the man had his hand to Trowa's throat, throwing his body back against the side of the elevator. "Come quietly and I'll let you live." He whispered into Trowa's ear.
Though any normal person would instinctively (1) reach for the hands upon their throat, Trowa remained calm. With an inward smile, he raised his left hand up and set the barrel of the gun upon the man's forehead.
No longer grinning, the man stared up at him in surprise. "How?.. The metal detectors.."
Another blow to the neck. Two men were down. Trowa had to hurry. 'Quatre!' his mind screamed, 'I have to get you out of here!'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"You need to come with me."
Wesley's eyes fixed upon the tabletop, onto the remains of the coffee. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
"You will come. You realize what will happen if you don't."
"I know," Wesley replied acidly, "I'll come."
"Good. Shall we?"
"Fine."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Bernard hasn't returned."
"He's probably failed."
"Why do you sound so pleased about it?"
"Pleasure? No, you mistake me. I'm very disappointed."
"Don't be sarcastic with me, you twit."
"I would never."
*slap*
"Learn to hold your tongue."
".. Of course.. I apologize for my insubordination."
"Bernard will come, or you shall take his place. Do you understand?"
".. I understand.."
"Use sarcasm in front of me again and it will be your wife receiving that blow."
"..Understood."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Staring up at the ceiling, Quatre took another deep breath. He'd finally gotten out of the ER and into a normal room. It had seemed like forever. What had happened anyway?
The doctors had said he'd received to major injuries to the head but Quatre couldn't remember ever obtaining them. When had it happened? The last thing he remembered was walking to the office. It must have happened then but.. How could he not remember?
His thoughts wandered on this topic as he continued to stare and stare at the ceiling, feeling lonelier with each second's passing.
"H'llo."
Removing his eyes from their dull position, Quatre fixed them upon the woman entering. She looked like a nurse but.. There was something about her. He knew her somehow.
"Remember Mizz Naihu?" She asked, walking to the side of his bed.
Fear hit and the memories returned. The Lost Hunter, time spent in the Earth-borne Hell. The Netherworld of a spaceship (2). The pain and dread mixing to bring back another memory as well. He remembered receiving the injuries. Clear as the morning sun, he knew who had hurt him. Knew precisely and without a doubt, even by name.
"Guess ya do," Naihu said with a chuckle. Leaning down over him, she looked into his eyes, "Remember when you went 'n ruin'd m' life? 'Member that? Well, 'm gonna go 'n get my revenge now, Mr. Rich 'un."
But Quatre's thoughts were elsewhere. He couldn't even hear her speaking, in his own little world of memories and realization. He had to warn the others. They would be next, he was sure. Quatre knew the targets as soon as he remembered the hunter. And that woman was not to be taken lightly.
"'xcuse me? 're you payin' attention?" Naihu continued, glaring down at him. Getting no response, she started to tremble with an uncontrolled ire. "Damn it! Lis'en ta me! 've been plannin' this, y'know?"
Still, she was granted no response. "FINE THEN!" Reaching into the depths of her pockets, she produced a knife, "DIE SOONER!"
'I need to get to them.. Wherever they've gone,' Quatre continued thinking, 'They're in grave danger.. But how can I leave early?'
"G'BYE MR. RICH 'UN!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"He knows."
"Good to see you, Sixty-three, but how can you be sure?"
"He's not stupid. He'll remember."
"If he lives.."
"He'll live."
"And how do you know?"
"Because he will."
"Have you grown attached to him? Have you, sixty-three?"
"My name isn't sixty-three."
"You will do as I say and that will be your name as long as I require it to be so."
"Fine."
"It doesn't matter if you conjure up some last minute loyalty to the boy, sixty-three, he'll die nonetheless. They all will."
"All?"
"Of course. One would be too easy. Why not finish them all off?"
"..Can I leave now?"
"Yes, go. I'll be watching you, sixty-three."
"Yes," sixty-three whispered to himself, "and I'll be watching you."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"I think I've found him." Hiiro said to Wufei, reading down the page and translating the codes in his head.
"Where?" Wufei questioned.
Finishing the decoding process, Hiiro was silent for a minute. "Shit."
End of Chapter
Happy MLK day!
(1) According to Sifu, this is true! And Sifu's got a black belt, so I believe him. (Sifu= instructor of martial arts)
(2) I typed spaceshit first ^^* I think I'm subconsciously slipping my opinions of things in ^^* good thing I'm not political, ne? ^.~
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? Was also mentioned by Cigar Man.
Jiei- The bodyguard who almost threw the pilots out. Also seems to be working for Cigar Man, beating up Duo. What a meanie! (let us all scowl at him)
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-
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? And what did he tell Hiiro? Where did he go?
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 ^^*. Has put plan into action.. But what? Besides capturing Duo and being a meanie. What's he after, anyway?
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? And who else does this jerk want to get?
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. Is being forced to follow MV1's orders. If he doesn't, his wife and child shall die! ::Gasp::
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 ^^*) Currently has a knife and is about to kill Quatre. Well, that's not good, now is it?
Tracks- X-Japan songs- too lazy to write out ^^* you've seen most of 'em on here before
Chapter 11: Reunion in the Falling Rain
Kattie
Note: The end is near ^^* and everyone remembered Jiei ^^* Didn't think anyone read the bios at the bottom T.T I'm just not sneaky at all, am I? ::trudges away::
Disclaimer: Lawyer: ::juggling rights to Gundam Wing::
Kattie: O.O ::eyes fixed on documents::
Lawyer: ^^* ::goes faster::
Kattie: ::eyes move faster::
Lawyer: ::throws paper out door:: fetch!
Kattie: ::chases after::
Lawyer: ^_^ she's gone!
Kattie: ::looks at paper:: ne? blank? ::draws a happy face on paper:: ^.^ yay!
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!!! (I will not edit unless I have a request, gomen ne if you were curious!)
Dedication: To Martin Luther King Jr.! What an awesome guy! I studied him last year, so now I'm really into MLK day! ^_^ fweesh! ::glomps everyone::
Upon hearing the news that Quatre was awake, Trowa sprinted to the desk for the ER, slamming his hand down violently on the bell that demanded service, not noticing that a nurse was all ready sitting right in front of it.
"May I help you, sir?" She asked, hiding her annoyance fairly well.
"Has Quatre Winner been moved?" Trowa asked, gasping for breath between words.
She looked at him suspiciously, examining his eyes closely. "'N who are you? How are ya related to Mr. Winner?"
Trowa could feel his soul crinkle up like an old candy wrapper and thrown onto the street. "Me?.. I'm his.. Friend."
Continuing to gaze at him, the nurse's eyes wandered over him multiple times before she sighed and looked at her chart. "This 's against pol'cy, ya know. 'm gonna to trust ya. He's 'n room 273 on the third floor. 'm warnin' ya though, if ya aren't who ya say you are, he's gonna know. Security doe'n't have a rep'tation for gent'ness."
A small smile came to Trowa's lips, "Thank you!" He said, bowing his head to her, before running away. It was only after he'd ran out of her sight that he realized she looked familiar.
But he was in too big a hurry to turn back.
Slowly, the nurse brought the phone up to her ear and punched a few numbers. "H'llo, Security? 've jus' seen a man headin' fer the pediatric wing. Look'd 'nsane, 'm worried 'bout the kids." A pause. "He had dark, brown hair and green eyes." Another pause. "Yes. Thank you."
With a grin, Nuse Naihu set the receiver down and leaned back in her chair. "Now ta see ta Mr. Rich 'un."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
His head hurt from staring at the screen. Hiiro typed and typed, trying to find a clue as to where his comrade was. His fingers were cramped from working so quickly, and yet he hadn't found anything yet. His mind cursed again and again with each failed search. "Where the Hell are you?" He asked, after receiving a reply from "HQ" that they hadn't even known he was gone.
Perched on the couch across the room, Wufei continued to glare at Hiiro without any pause to blink. His anger grew with each breath. Almost to the point where he could no longer control it.
But why? Why did he care so much? Was it.. could it possibly be that he actually cared about Maxwell? Was the moron really his friend?
Realizing the truth behind his thoughts, Wufei sighed and leaned back in his chair. 'I should have been kinder to him,' He thought regretfully, 'I might never see him again.' "Any luck?" He asked Hiiro.
"No." Hiiro replied acidly, obviously displeased with being disturbed.
'Maybe.. Are we friends?' Wufei wondered, 'Would I call these men my friends? Is that why I'm angry?'
"I'm sorry."
Looking up, Wufei was startled to see Hiiro looking him the eyes. "What?" He questioned.
Closing his laptop, Hiiro continued, "I shouldn't have let Duo go. You were right. I.. Apologize."
Feeling the discomfort surround him and attempt to crush his body with all its might, Wufei averted his gaze and fell silent.
"I shouldn't have been angry at you," Hiiro proceeded, "But you have every right to feel so towards me. I was just.. Afraid. If one of us died.. If we die.. It's been a privilege to call you my friend."
For a moment, Wufei wondered if Hiiro was reading his mind. Stealing away his inner thoughts and using them to weaken him. He grew angry but then realized, 'Maybe we're all thinking the same thing..' Allowing his eyes to rise and again meet Hiiro's, Wufei nodded, "An honor for me as well."
They continued staring at each other for a few seconds more, before Hiiro returned to his laptop. "I'll keep looking."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Tell me, Mr. Maxwell," The voice said cheerfully. His position changed, speaking from different directions. It was making Duo dizzy, "Is Mr. Winner a relatively quick healer?"
Grogginess. Just answer the man so you can go back to sleep. "Nn hnn," Duo mumbled, "Most of the time."
"Thank you, Mr. Maxwell. You've been very helpful."
"Nn."
"We might allow you to live longer than we had anticipated."
"Nn."
"Rest. When I need you again, I'll return."
Duo followed his instructions. It seemed like the only thing to do.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Excuse me, sir," A man dressed in a dark blue uniform said, approaching Trowa with one hand touching the gun at his side, "Where are you going to?"
Hesitantly, Trowa stopped and turned to face him. "I need to see my friend. I was told he was in room 273."
The security guard raised an eyebrow. "Two seventy-three? In the pediatric wing?"
"What?" Trowa paused, staring at the man to understand the situation, "I must have the wrong room number.. Do you know which room Quatre Winner is in?"
"Hands above your head!" The guard yelled at Quatre's name, raising his gun to meet Trowa's temple.
'I don't have time for this,' Trowa thought acidly, bringing his hands up very slowly, 'I'll explain it when I find Quatre.' And proceeded to grab the man's gun out of his hand, letting a shot go off to his side, the bullet implanting itself into the floor. With an inward sigh, he placed it to the side of the guard's head. "Which room is Quatre Winner in?"
"Th-three fifty four." The man stuttered, his eyes opened wide in fear and panic.
"Thank you." Jamming his gun into the side of the man's neck, Trowa knocked him out and continued his mad journey to reach Quatre. As he reached the elevator, he saw another guard appear and stop to help his fallen comrade.
The door closed and Trowa pushed the button for the 6th floor an excessive amount of times in his hurry. The man inside the elevator with him watched him with an obvious curiosity. "Who're you visiting?" He asked.
Trowa didn't answer, his mind was racing far too fast to register the question. He just stared up at the little numbers lighting up, informing them of the floor they were currently on.
"Ah, I see," the man grumbled to himself, "Not good, eh? Listen, you shouldn't be here if it gets bad. No body should have to see a loved one die."
"He won't die." Trowa snapped.
The man grinned back at him. "Not yet." With a jolt, the man had his hand to Trowa's throat, throwing his body back against the side of the elevator. "Come quietly and I'll let you live." He whispered into Trowa's ear.
Though any normal person would instinctively (1) reach for the hands upon their throat, Trowa remained calm. With an inward smile, he raised his left hand up and set the barrel of the gun upon the man's forehead.
No longer grinning, the man stared up at him in surprise. "How?.. The metal detectors.."
Another blow to the neck. Two men were down. Trowa had to hurry. 'Quatre!' his mind screamed, 'I have to get you out of here!'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"You need to come with me."
Wesley's eyes fixed upon the tabletop, onto the remains of the coffee. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
"You will come. You realize what will happen if you don't."
"I know," Wesley replied acidly, "I'll come."
"Good. Shall we?"
"Fine."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Bernard hasn't returned."
"He's probably failed."
"Why do you sound so pleased about it?"
"Pleasure? No, you mistake me. I'm very disappointed."
"Don't be sarcastic with me, you twit."
"I would never."
*slap*
"Learn to hold your tongue."
".. Of course.. I apologize for my insubordination."
"Bernard will come, or you shall take his place. Do you understand?"
".. I understand.."
"Use sarcasm in front of me again and it will be your wife receiving that blow."
"..Understood."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Staring up at the ceiling, Quatre took another deep breath. He'd finally gotten out of the ER and into a normal room. It had seemed like forever. What had happened anyway?
The doctors had said he'd received to major injuries to the head but Quatre couldn't remember ever obtaining them. When had it happened? The last thing he remembered was walking to the office. It must have happened then but.. How could he not remember?
His thoughts wandered on this topic as he continued to stare and stare at the ceiling, feeling lonelier with each second's passing.
"H'llo."
Removing his eyes from their dull position, Quatre fixed them upon the woman entering. She looked like a nurse but.. There was something about her. He knew her somehow.
"Remember Mizz Naihu?" She asked, walking to the side of his bed.
Fear hit and the memories returned. The Lost Hunter, time spent in the Earth-borne Hell. The Netherworld of a spaceship (2). The pain and dread mixing to bring back another memory as well. He remembered receiving the injuries. Clear as the morning sun, he knew who had hurt him. Knew precisely and without a doubt, even by name.
"Guess ya do," Naihu said with a chuckle. Leaning down over him, she looked into his eyes, "Remember when you went 'n ruin'd m' life? 'Member that? Well, 'm gonna go 'n get my revenge now, Mr. Rich 'un."
But Quatre's thoughts were elsewhere. He couldn't even hear her speaking, in his own little world of memories and realization. He had to warn the others. They would be next, he was sure. Quatre knew the targets as soon as he remembered the hunter. And that woman was not to be taken lightly.
"'xcuse me? 're you payin' attention?" Naihu continued, glaring down at him. Getting no response, she started to tremble with an uncontrolled ire. "Damn it! Lis'en ta me! 've been plannin' this, y'know?"
Still, she was granted no response. "FINE THEN!" Reaching into the depths of her pockets, she produced a knife, "DIE SOONER!"
'I need to get to them.. Wherever they've gone,' Quatre continued thinking, 'They're in grave danger.. But how can I leave early?'
"G'BYE MR. RICH 'UN!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"He knows."
"Good to see you, Sixty-three, but how can you be sure?"
"He's not stupid. He'll remember."
"If he lives.."
"He'll live."
"And how do you know?"
"Because he will."
"Have you grown attached to him? Have you, sixty-three?"
"My name isn't sixty-three."
"You will do as I say and that will be your name as long as I require it to be so."
"Fine."
"It doesn't matter if you conjure up some last minute loyalty to the boy, sixty-three, he'll die nonetheless. They all will."
"All?"
"Of course. One would be too easy. Why not finish them all off?"
"..Can I leave now?"
"Yes, go. I'll be watching you, sixty-three."
"Yes," sixty-three whispered to himself, "and I'll be watching you."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"I think I've found him." Hiiro said to Wufei, reading down the page and translating the codes in his head.
"Where?" Wufei questioned.
Finishing the decoding process, Hiiro was silent for a minute. "Shit."
End of Chapter
Happy MLK day!
(1) According to Sifu, this is true! And Sifu's got a black belt, so I believe him. (Sifu= instructor of martial arts)
(2) I typed spaceshit first ^^* I think I'm subconsciously slipping my opinions of things in ^^* good thing I'm not political, ne? ^.~
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? Was also mentioned by Cigar Man.
Jiei- The bodyguard who almost threw the pilots out. Also seems to be working for Cigar Man, beating up Duo. What a meanie! (let us all scowl at him)
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-
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? And what did he tell Hiiro? Where did he go?
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 ^^*. Has put plan into action.. But what? Besides capturing Duo and being a meanie. What's he after, anyway?
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? And who else does this jerk want to get?
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. Is being forced to follow MV1's orders. If he doesn't, his wife and child shall die! ::Gasp::
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 ^^*) Currently has a knife and is about to kill Quatre. Well, that's not good, now is it?
Tracks- X-Japan songs- too lazy to write out ^^* you've seen most of 'em on here before