Be My Friend?
Chapter 13: And At The End Of The Rainbow?
Kattie
Disclaimer: Kattie: ::Gets a piece of paper and writes "Rights to Gundam Wing" upon it:: I have Gundam Wing I have Gundam Wing!
Lawyer: ::gasp:: Iiiie! (erm.. "Nooooo" ^^* I can't help it! I use Japanese words in common language!)
Kattie: BWAHHAHAHA! ::clings onto Empire State Building and roars- clutching the rights to her breast:: ROOAAR!
Lawyer: ::gasp:: It's King Kattie.. Er.. Queen Kattie.. Er . I'm confused!
Kattie: BWAHAHAHA ::winds pulls at paper and it flies away:: Ne? T.T Come back!
Lawyer: ::caches:: Wee! (Do I get to be a famous evil monster now?) ::grows a tail:
Kattie: ^^* Lawzilla?
Lawyer: ^^* Your jokes are getting worse, I think
Kattie: ^^* I blame my math teacher.
Dedication: Chwoom pa! I dedicate this chapter to my dearest Emu-chan! ::glomples:: Happy Valentine's Day! I love you! ::hands over roses::
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!)
NOTE: If you would like a PG-13 version, please skip over the material written within the asterisks. Ex: *lalalal* is R material! It can easily be skipped without missing any of the plot! (This seemed easier)
Wesley stared at his hands as they shook violently, his eyes open as wide as was humanly possible. They offered no sanity, but glittered with fear and surprise. As though he were a husband having just walked in on his "loving" wife with another man in their bed. His gun clattered to the ground, hitting the earth's surface with an unsatisfying thud. Bringing his hands up until they were only inches from his face, Wesley took a step back.
His companion, Huru, smiled up at him from the ground, clutching a hand to a scarlet stain on the front of his shirt. His eyes showed only peace of mind and amusement of an eerie sort. With his other hand, Huru produced a wallet from the depths of his blood-covered pants pocket. He slowly opened it and grinned at the pictures within, before raising his eyes to meet Wesley's tear-stained ones.
"You.. take care of them.. Sixty-three.. Make sure David gets to church every Sunday.. Tell Sheila not to cry.. Watch out for yourself.." His eyes fluttered closed and reopened with any indication that he could see gone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Winner.. Sorry, Sheila.." He's unseeing eyes fell upon Wesley, "Don't cry.. Sixty.. Six..Sixty," He ran his tongue over his lips and groaned with the effort of speech, "Don't cry.. Sixt..thr.Sixty-th.." Huru's head rolled to the side on the ground as the support disappeared with his death. His eyes continued to stare at Wesley, falling into his soul.
His opened wallet was still clasped in his unfeeling hand, barely exposing the image of a smiling young woman, waving at the camera.
Stumbling forward, Wesley made his way to Huru's side and took up the wallet. His eyes scanned over the pictures without any emotion, fixing on each smiling face for a few seconds before flipping to the next. For a few of the photographs, he had to wipe the blood away with his sleeve to see.
"Wesley, are you all right?" Hiiro asked slowly, walking up behind Wesley. Though he knew Wesley, of course, was not all right, sometimes the question itself was soothing.
Wesley didn't seem to hear him. He continued looking through the pictures, the task becoming more difficult as his hands began to shake more with each new face. His hands were a faded red, touched by Huru's now useless blood.
"How old.." Wesley said at last, staring at the final photograph of a young boy with a soccer ball and a mud-stained purple jersey, "How old do you think he is?"
Hiiro knelt down beside Wesley, his knee falling into the red liquid, which seemed to be everywhere, and drenching through to his skin. He set a hesitant hand upon his friend's shakey shoulder. "Wesley.."
"How old.. Do you think he was?" Wesley asked, looking at the dead body before him, all ready touched by savage flies. "Thirty-five?.. Thirty- six?"
His hand tightening on Wesley's shoulder, Hiiro tore Wesley from the ground and spun him to look away from the corpse, and into his eyes, "How old am I, Wesley?"
For a moment, Wesley looked thoughtful, before whispering, "Eighteen?"
Not caring to correct him, Hiiro nodded. "This is a war, Wesley. You've finally chosen your side. You saved our lives, Wesley."
Wiping a stray tear from his face, Wesley nodded. "Am I.. A traitor then?.. One more betrayer in an endless war?"
Hiiro shook his head. "You're not a traitor, Wesley."
"I can't do anything right, can I?" Wesley said sadly, with a twitching smile, "Can't work for Mr. Winner, can't work for Ms. Winner.. Cindy said Mr. Winner was against Oz so he had to be destroyed. We had to save him from himself- he was insane, she said. She planned his death and I stayed quiet, persuading Mr. Winner to be where she wanted him in Goddamned hints.. But that wasn't enough, she wanted Quatre as well. It was all his fault, she said, he had brainwashed her father. But I wouldn't do it, not this time. And I still let him go.. I was trying so hard to protect him from them, I couldn't save him from himself.. I'm such a Goddamned fool..I- "
He fell silent as Hiiro's arms suddenly clung to him in a tight embrace.
"It's all right, Wesley," Hiiro said quietly, "It's all over."
Walking slowly behind them, Wufei stooped down and retrieved both Huru and Wesley's guns.
Wesley smiled sadly, letting out a small sob, "Not yet.."
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"He's gone," the man behind Trowa said cheerfully, "Now I have no reason to let you live."
A nearly transparent grin came to Trowa's lips. "Neither do I." With a jolt, he stepped to the side and grabbed the end of Jiei's gun, jerking it to the side and causing the man's trigger finger to snap loudly and fold at an unnatural angle.
Jiei groaned in pain, but bit his lip to end it quickly. "You.. Will die!"
Trowa glanced at the gun in his own hand and then back at Jiei. "You're welcome to try."
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*A panic swept through Quatre's body and his breathing began to quicken. He could feel Bouken's hand creeping up his thigh, higher and higher until it was impossible to reach farther. Tears swam across Quatre's cheeks, nearly drowning him. He let a shakey hand fall upon Bouken's, "Please don't.. Please. Please please. Please."
Bouken took Quatre's trembling hand within his own, not moving it from its placement on Quatre's body. "Don't be frightened, Quatre. I love you. I'll be gentle."
Gathering up what little strength he had, Quatre jerked Bouken's hand to the side. Bouken, however, let caught his hand on the other armrest of the chair. His hands were each on a separate armrest, with his knees rested on the seat of the chair, on either side of Quatre's legs. He leaned forward, towards Quatre, and forced his lips against the unfortunate blonde's.
Throwing his head back to escape his brother-in-law, Quatre screamed "Noooo!" and tried unsuccessfully to push Bouken away. Instead, Bouken took Quatre's hands within his own, and pinned them on each side of the armrest.
"There's nothing you can do, Quatre," Bouken said with a lustful smile, "This is love, Quatre. Love always prevails." He forced Quatre into a kiss again, slamming his head back against the headrest so he could no longer break free. Slowly he released one of Quatre's hands and returned it to Quatre's zipper, shakily sliding it down. "Always, Quatre."*
Suddenly, Bouken was off of him, and lying painfully on the floor. Duo loomed over him, planting what seemed like millions of kicks into his side. His eyes glowed with a hatred Quatre had never seen, and his rage seemed to increase with every shriek Bouken released. His mouth was moving to form thousands of words of profanity, cursing Bouken with all of his being.
Quatre could feel his head pounding with a great fear, which couldn't be lifted though the moment was over. Each breath was painful and seemed to go on endlessly. He couldn't tame the tears as the continued to drench his cheeks, forming a new ocean upon his face.
Falling to Bouken's side, Duo began to throw punches, hitting Bouken's face over and over. "DAMN YOU!" He screamed, "DAMN YOU TO HELL!"
"D-Duo..?" Quatre said quietly. He hadn't moved his hands from the position Bouken had placed them in, but upon realizing this, tried to move them. A pain seared through each arm.
"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Duo yelled, his hand falling upon Bouken's nose with the force of a bullet train.
"Please.. Duo.." Quatre tried again.
Duo continued to strike Bouken, seeming oblivious to everything else, including his own rapid breaths and the blood seeping out of his bruised mouth.
"DUO!" Quatre screamed, "PLEASE STOP!"
The door to the room swung open and Trowa stepped in, with a look of alarm on his face. His eyes fell upon Duo and Bouken, taking in the scene before him, before sliding to the side to Quatre. He stared at Quatre for a moment, noticing every detail, from Quatre's rumpled hair to his unzipped pants. His eyes wrinkled into a glare and he turned to watch Duo at his work, cursing Bouken with unspoken words.
"Trowa.." Quatre said with a shaking voice, "Stop Duo.. Please. He's hurt.."
Trowa looked back at Quatre for a moment, weighing his wish to make Quatre happy against his desire to have Bouken beaten until he could no longer be recognized as human. With a slight look of displeasure appearing on his face, Trowa grabbed Duo by the shoulders and pulled him away from the half- dead man.
Duo attempted to fight his friend for a few seconds, struggling to free himself so he could continue murdering Bouken, but soon his strength ran out. His breaths became shallower and he coughed a few times, spreading droplets of blood upon his shirt.
"Rest." Trowa said quietly, setting Duo on the chair across the room from Quatre.
It was then that Quatre noticed the bruises and cuts along Duo's body, his broken face to his bloody arms. He began to feel dizzy with sorrow, and closed his eyes for a moment to make the image disappear. "Duo.."
"It's nothing," Duo said between breaths, letting a hand rest upon his heaving chest, "Nothing at all."
Trowa ignored the two men at either side of the room and walked to Bouken's side. Bouken's eyes twitched open and he looked up at the brunette with the slightest smile coming to his lips. "H'llo..Mr. Barton.."
Slowly, Trowa dropped to his knees and began to speak into Bouken's ear. Quatre couldn't hear what was being said, but he could see Bouken's eyes open wide in an unspoken horror.
But then the horror was gone. Bouken turned his head to the side and grinned up at Quatre, the yearning returning to his eyes. "Love always.. Finds a way.. Doesn't it, Quatre?"
He was silenced by Trowa's fist in his stomach.
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End of Chapter
One or two left. This one was short. But there was no cliffhanger. I'd have to write about 4 more pages to have a cliffhanger, and then the fic would be over . nooo! I don't want it to end! ::sniffles sniffles:: Hope you liked this.. Short. but time-consuming (7 hours ^^*) chapter. Had to figure out what would happen. ^^* Takes a while ^^*. Review? It would make me happy ::nod nod:: ^^*
Bouken aka Cigar Man!- A bad, bad man, who is currently unconscious. Beat Duo and tried to rape Quatre. (As well as something else ^^* which I haven't exactly stated but was kinda hinted at) What do you think? Should he kick the bucket? (erp.. Die.. ^^* no more idioms ^^*)
Jiei- Um.. Where is he? Well, Trowa wasn't killed by him, so he got put somewhere else in the plot. ^^* Who knows? (ah, I'll figure it out by the next chapter)
Nitki- Hm. it seems she was the one who screamed. And the carpet was covered with blood. hm.. (go ahead, piece it together ^^* I'm going to tell you anyway).
Wesley- Killed Huru and is sad for doing it. Poor Wesley. ("Oh, my dear, sweet Wesley!" ::jumps off side of hill and roll down to the bottom:: ^^* ever seen Princess Bride? ^^*) Currently crying but in Hiiro's arms, so really we shouldn't feel sorry for him. (in fact, I'm incredibly jealous ^^*)
Cindy aka Mysterious Voice One- Um. nothing much happened with her. But her minions are either dead, unconscious, or no longer her minions, so we have no reason to fear her ^o^.. Or do we?
Huru aka Mysterious Voice Two- Deceased ::says a quick prayer:: But he was happy! So, we shouldn't feel bad for him! ::huggles Huru::
Other-
Nice Male Nurse- Actually.. He was just a nice guy. He's not returning ^^* so.. Feel free to forget about him..
Naihu- Unfortunately deceased. ^^* (Good riddance, I hated her! AHHH!) But her accent was fake! ::gasp:: Why??!?!?!? (Can't remember actually.. But I decided it was fake in Bravest Eyes ^^* so I'm sure there's a good reason.. ^^*) (still trying to remember ^^*)
Bernard: Cindy's other henchman. Um.. He's kinda just there because Huru couldn't do it alone.. But now there's Wesley. so he's.. um. I guess he must be unconscious in the hospital ^^* a good place to lose consciousness, ne? ^^******
Tracks: Gackt Moon cd and X-Japan Best ~Fan's Selection~ Disc One. ::nod nod:: That's what I listened to ::nod nod::
1:37 AM ^^* Oop. hope you liked this! Please review!
Chapter 13: And At The End Of The Rainbow?
Kattie
Disclaimer: Kattie: ::Gets a piece of paper and writes "Rights to Gundam Wing" upon it:: I have Gundam Wing I have Gundam Wing!
Lawyer: ::gasp:: Iiiie! (erm.. "Nooooo" ^^* I can't help it! I use Japanese words in common language!)
Kattie: BWAHHAHAHA! ::clings onto Empire State Building and roars- clutching the rights to her breast:: ROOAAR!
Lawyer: ::gasp:: It's King Kattie.. Er.. Queen Kattie.. Er . I'm confused!
Kattie: BWAHAHAHA ::winds pulls at paper and it flies away:: Ne? T.T Come back!
Lawyer: ::caches:: Wee! (Do I get to be a famous evil monster now?) ::grows a tail:
Kattie: ^^* Lawzilla?
Lawyer: ^^* Your jokes are getting worse, I think
Kattie: ^^* I blame my math teacher.
Dedication: Chwoom pa! I dedicate this chapter to my dearest Emu-chan! ::glomples:: Happy Valentine's Day! I love you! ::hands over roses::
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!)
NOTE: If you would like a PG-13 version, please skip over the material written within the asterisks. Ex: *lalalal* is R material! It can easily be skipped without missing any of the plot! (This seemed easier)
Wesley stared at his hands as they shook violently, his eyes open as wide as was humanly possible. They offered no sanity, but glittered with fear and surprise. As though he were a husband having just walked in on his "loving" wife with another man in their bed. His gun clattered to the ground, hitting the earth's surface with an unsatisfying thud. Bringing his hands up until they were only inches from his face, Wesley took a step back.
His companion, Huru, smiled up at him from the ground, clutching a hand to a scarlet stain on the front of his shirt. His eyes showed only peace of mind and amusement of an eerie sort. With his other hand, Huru produced a wallet from the depths of his blood-covered pants pocket. He slowly opened it and grinned at the pictures within, before raising his eyes to meet Wesley's tear-stained ones.
"You.. take care of them.. Sixty-three.. Make sure David gets to church every Sunday.. Tell Sheila not to cry.. Watch out for yourself.." His eyes fluttered closed and reopened with any indication that he could see gone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Winner.. Sorry, Sheila.." He's unseeing eyes fell upon Wesley, "Don't cry.. Sixty.. Six..Sixty," He ran his tongue over his lips and groaned with the effort of speech, "Don't cry.. Sixt..thr.Sixty-th.." Huru's head rolled to the side on the ground as the support disappeared with his death. His eyes continued to stare at Wesley, falling into his soul.
His opened wallet was still clasped in his unfeeling hand, barely exposing the image of a smiling young woman, waving at the camera.
Stumbling forward, Wesley made his way to Huru's side and took up the wallet. His eyes scanned over the pictures without any emotion, fixing on each smiling face for a few seconds before flipping to the next. For a few of the photographs, he had to wipe the blood away with his sleeve to see.
"Wesley, are you all right?" Hiiro asked slowly, walking up behind Wesley. Though he knew Wesley, of course, was not all right, sometimes the question itself was soothing.
Wesley didn't seem to hear him. He continued looking through the pictures, the task becoming more difficult as his hands began to shake more with each new face. His hands were a faded red, touched by Huru's now useless blood.
"How old.." Wesley said at last, staring at the final photograph of a young boy with a soccer ball and a mud-stained purple jersey, "How old do you think he is?"
Hiiro knelt down beside Wesley, his knee falling into the red liquid, which seemed to be everywhere, and drenching through to his skin. He set a hesitant hand upon his friend's shakey shoulder. "Wesley.."
"How old.. Do you think he was?" Wesley asked, looking at the dead body before him, all ready touched by savage flies. "Thirty-five?.. Thirty- six?"
His hand tightening on Wesley's shoulder, Hiiro tore Wesley from the ground and spun him to look away from the corpse, and into his eyes, "How old am I, Wesley?"
For a moment, Wesley looked thoughtful, before whispering, "Eighteen?"
Not caring to correct him, Hiiro nodded. "This is a war, Wesley. You've finally chosen your side. You saved our lives, Wesley."
Wiping a stray tear from his face, Wesley nodded. "Am I.. A traitor then?.. One more betrayer in an endless war?"
Hiiro shook his head. "You're not a traitor, Wesley."
"I can't do anything right, can I?" Wesley said sadly, with a twitching smile, "Can't work for Mr. Winner, can't work for Ms. Winner.. Cindy said Mr. Winner was against Oz so he had to be destroyed. We had to save him from himself- he was insane, she said. She planned his death and I stayed quiet, persuading Mr. Winner to be where she wanted him in Goddamned hints.. But that wasn't enough, she wanted Quatre as well. It was all his fault, she said, he had brainwashed her father. But I wouldn't do it, not this time. And I still let him go.. I was trying so hard to protect him from them, I couldn't save him from himself.. I'm such a Goddamned fool..I- "
He fell silent as Hiiro's arms suddenly clung to him in a tight embrace.
"It's all right, Wesley," Hiiro said quietly, "It's all over."
Walking slowly behind them, Wufei stooped down and retrieved both Huru and Wesley's guns.
Wesley smiled sadly, letting out a small sob, "Not yet.."
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"He's gone," the man behind Trowa said cheerfully, "Now I have no reason to let you live."
A nearly transparent grin came to Trowa's lips. "Neither do I." With a jolt, he stepped to the side and grabbed the end of Jiei's gun, jerking it to the side and causing the man's trigger finger to snap loudly and fold at an unnatural angle.
Jiei groaned in pain, but bit his lip to end it quickly. "You.. Will die!"
Trowa glanced at the gun in his own hand and then back at Jiei. "You're welcome to try."
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*A panic swept through Quatre's body and his breathing began to quicken. He could feel Bouken's hand creeping up his thigh, higher and higher until it was impossible to reach farther. Tears swam across Quatre's cheeks, nearly drowning him. He let a shakey hand fall upon Bouken's, "Please don't.. Please. Please please. Please."
Bouken took Quatre's trembling hand within his own, not moving it from its placement on Quatre's body. "Don't be frightened, Quatre. I love you. I'll be gentle."
Gathering up what little strength he had, Quatre jerked Bouken's hand to the side. Bouken, however, let caught his hand on the other armrest of the chair. His hands were each on a separate armrest, with his knees rested on the seat of the chair, on either side of Quatre's legs. He leaned forward, towards Quatre, and forced his lips against the unfortunate blonde's.
Throwing his head back to escape his brother-in-law, Quatre screamed "Noooo!" and tried unsuccessfully to push Bouken away. Instead, Bouken took Quatre's hands within his own, and pinned them on each side of the armrest.
"There's nothing you can do, Quatre," Bouken said with a lustful smile, "This is love, Quatre. Love always prevails." He forced Quatre into a kiss again, slamming his head back against the headrest so he could no longer break free. Slowly he released one of Quatre's hands and returned it to Quatre's zipper, shakily sliding it down. "Always, Quatre."*
Suddenly, Bouken was off of him, and lying painfully on the floor. Duo loomed over him, planting what seemed like millions of kicks into his side. His eyes glowed with a hatred Quatre had never seen, and his rage seemed to increase with every shriek Bouken released. His mouth was moving to form thousands of words of profanity, cursing Bouken with all of his being.
Quatre could feel his head pounding with a great fear, which couldn't be lifted though the moment was over. Each breath was painful and seemed to go on endlessly. He couldn't tame the tears as the continued to drench his cheeks, forming a new ocean upon his face.
Falling to Bouken's side, Duo began to throw punches, hitting Bouken's face over and over. "DAMN YOU!" He screamed, "DAMN YOU TO HELL!"
"D-Duo..?" Quatre said quietly. He hadn't moved his hands from the position Bouken had placed them in, but upon realizing this, tried to move them. A pain seared through each arm.
"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Duo yelled, his hand falling upon Bouken's nose with the force of a bullet train.
"Please.. Duo.." Quatre tried again.
Duo continued to strike Bouken, seeming oblivious to everything else, including his own rapid breaths and the blood seeping out of his bruised mouth.
"DUO!" Quatre screamed, "PLEASE STOP!"
The door to the room swung open and Trowa stepped in, with a look of alarm on his face. His eyes fell upon Duo and Bouken, taking in the scene before him, before sliding to the side to Quatre. He stared at Quatre for a moment, noticing every detail, from Quatre's rumpled hair to his unzipped pants. His eyes wrinkled into a glare and he turned to watch Duo at his work, cursing Bouken with unspoken words.
"Trowa.." Quatre said with a shaking voice, "Stop Duo.. Please. He's hurt.."
Trowa looked back at Quatre for a moment, weighing his wish to make Quatre happy against his desire to have Bouken beaten until he could no longer be recognized as human. With a slight look of displeasure appearing on his face, Trowa grabbed Duo by the shoulders and pulled him away from the half- dead man.
Duo attempted to fight his friend for a few seconds, struggling to free himself so he could continue murdering Bouken, but soon his strength ran out. His breaths became shallower and he coughed a few times, spreading droplets of blood upon his shirt.
"Rest." Trowa said quietly, setting Duo on the chair across the room from Quatre.
It was then that Quatre noticed the bruises and cuts along Duo's body, his broken face to his bloody arms. He began to feel dizzy with sorrow, and closed his eyes for a moment to make the image disappear. "Duo.."
"It's nothing," Duo said between breaths, letting a hand rest upon his heaving chest, "Nothing at all."
Trowa ignored the two men at either side of the room and walked to Bouken's side. Bouken's eyes twitched open and he looked up at the brunette with the slightest smile coming to his lips. "H'llo..Mr. Barton.."
Slowly, Trowa dropped to his knees and began to speak into Bouken's ear. Quatre couldn't hear what was being said, but he could see Bouken's eyes open wide in an unspoken horror.
But then the horror was gone. Bouken turned his head to the side and grinned up at Quatre, the yearning returning to his eyes. "Love always.. Finds a way.. Doesn't it, Quatre?"
He was silenced by Trowa's fist in his stomach.
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End of Chapter
One or two left. This one was short. But there was no cliffhanger. I'd have to write about 4 more pages to have a cliffhanger, and then the fic would be over . nooo! I don't want it to end! ::sniffles sniffles:: Hope you liked this.. Short. but time-consuming (7 hours ^^*) chapter. Had to figure out what would happen. ^^* Takes a while ^^*. Review? It would make me happy ::nod nod:: ^^*
Bouken aka Cigar Man!- A bad, bad man, who is currently unconscious. Beat Duo and tried to rape Quatre. (As well as something else ^^* which I haven't exactly stated but was kinda hinted at) What do you think? Should he kick the bucket? (erp.. Die.. ^^* no more idioms ^^*)
Jiei- Um.. Where is he? Well, Trowa wasn't killed by him, so he got put somewhere else in the plot. ^^* Who knows? (ah, I'll figure it out by the next chapter)
Nitki- Hm. it seems she was the one who screamed. And the carpet was covered with blood. hm.. (go ahead, piece it together ^^* I'm going to tell you anyway).
Wesley- Killed Huru and is sad for doing it. Poor Wesley. ("Oh, my dear, sweet Wesley!" ::jumps off side of hill and roll down to the bottom:: ^^* ever seen Princess Bride? ^^*) Currently crying but in Hiiro's arms, so really we shouldn't feel sorry for him. (in fact, I'm incredibly jealous ^^*)
Cindy aka Mysterious Voice One- Um. nothing much happened with her. But her minions are either dead, unconscious, or no longer her minions, so we have no reason to fear her ^o^.. Or do we?
Huru aka Mysterious Voice Two- Deceased ::says a quick prayer:: But he was happy! So, we shouldn't feel bad for him! ::huggles Huru::
Other-
Nice Male Nurse- Actually.. He was just a nice guy. He's not returning ^^* so.. Feel free to forget about him..
Naihu- Unfortunately deceased. ^^* (Good riddance, I hated her! AHHH!) But her accent was fake! ::gasp:: Why??!?!?!? (Can't remember actually.. But I decided it was fake in Bravest Eyes ^^* so I'm sure there's a good reason.. ^^*) (still trying to remember ^^*)
Bernard: Cindy's other henchman. Um.. He's kinda just there because Huru couldn't do it alone.. But now there's Wesley. so he's.. um. I guess he must be unconscious in the hospital ^^* a good place to lose consciousness, ne? ^^******
Tracks: Gackt Moon cd and X-Japan Best ~Fan's Selection~ Disc One. ::nod nod:: That's what I listened to ::nod nod::
1:37 AM ^^* Oop. hope you liked this! Please review!