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Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing
(sorry if it took awhile, my computer shut down as I was writting and I lost everything)
What am I?
Human or wolf?
And why am I tortured like this?
I wish...you would help me.
But I don't even know where I am...
and I feel cold..
Whats wrong with me?
Iris thought as layed still in the living room..
The doctor examined her..
"Shes a little sick, a cold." he said. Quatre sighed in relive, glad it was nothing more. The doctor packed up and left. Hours later Iris woke up, trying to find where she was exactly.Quatre walked in and she looked at him. He smiled at her , staring in her eyes.
Whats that strange look in her eye, he thought, Maybe its love, but...maybe I doubt it. She seems so lost..like a child. I wish I could help her but shes so diffrent from me. Shes so innocent, and she seems so helpless. I have to take care of her.. If we had gotten there any later...then what might have happend?
He walked over to Iris, her face now clean, no more dry blood. Quatre had made sure to wipe it off before the doctor came. He touched a palm to the side of her face, feeling heat rise off her body into his cold hand. "Your still running a fever,"he said. She wasn't listening, she froze, feeling the soft palm on her face. She felt funny, her stomache danced a little. She felt like she was falling, but she didn't care. She lowered her eyes to the floor. She wanted to say something but she didn't know what.
"You should go to bed," he said, "your sick. I'll bring you in some soup, okay?" She nodded, not sure what to say. She went to stand up and she felt faint, falling back onto the couch behind her. Quatre picked her up, looking down at her as she lay limp in his arms.
"You should save your energy, I can carry you." he said. She felt helpless, a feeling she didn't really like, but she didn't mind. She rested her head on him and listened to the steady beat of his heart. He carefully carried her to the bedroom, setting her down lightly and covering her with a blanket. He left, walking to the kitchen. He came back a little later with soup and he gave it to her.
She ate what she was given, even though it burned her tounge. She looked up at him once she finished, as he sat next to her on the bed, reading quietly.
"Quatre?" she asked weakly, and he turned his attention to her. "Yes?" he asked softly.
She wanted to say something, anything that might help him understand, or reasure her but she couldn't find the words. She shook her head, confused and he moved closer. "Is there something wrong," he asked. She looked at him, his eyes foucusing in on hers. She looks so afraid, he thought, I wish I could help her....
He realized they were both leaning in, thier faces just inches away. What am I doing? Iris asked herself, as she closed her eyes, when a knock on the door interupted and Quatre sat up as the high voice rang out.
"Quuuuuaaattttrrreeee," came Dorthy's voice from behind the door. He stood up, striding over to the door he sighed, opening the door the cheery blonde girl dashed in to hug him.
Quatre sighed, "What is it now Dorthy?"
"I wanted to see you again Quatre!" she said. Iris coughed and Dorthy glared from around Quatre's side to look at her. Suprised, expecting to see his sister she saw a young pale female she never saw before.
'Ohh who is this Quatre?" Dorthy said, "a cousin?"
"No, were not related," he said, pushing Dorthy off him. Now the blonde was fumming. "Then what, may I ask, is she doing in your bed," she said a little cruely.
"Shes sick and Im taking care of her, " he said.
"Shes not your girlfriend is she? I thought I was the only one for you," she said.
"No, its not like that." he said, thinking they were well out of Iris' hearing range, "shes just a friend. Anyway you and I, we never were together."
Iris sat, listening to it all, she had good hearing all her life, why should she stop just because shes a human. She frowned a little, just friends, she didn't know why it upset her but it did. She felt a little hurt, she layed down, not wanting to listen any longer.
Quatre some how got rid of Dorthy and came back in smiling at her as she stared blankly up at him. He sat next to her, and placed a hand on hers, trying to recover the moment they were sharing. She felt angry.. after he admits they're just friends he goes and acts like hes..hes more to her! What WAS more then friends? she asked herself, it must be love, she thought. She pulled her hand away. He looked confused, "Wh-whats wrong Iris?" he asked. She didn't respond, she just stood up, it seemed so clear for a minute, the minute before he said those damn words. He stood up, standing infront of her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. "You can tell me," he said. She looked up at him, her eyes connecting with his. He closed his eyes, without thinking and kissed her. Iris pushed him off and grabbing him by the collar.
"I heard you Quatre, don't think I didn't! Were just friends remeber!?" she hollared, pushing him out of the way, she ran to the door, opening it, and running out, leaving Quatre shocked.
She ran blindly outside, not knowing exactly where she was going and how long she could keep this pace.
She slowed, feeling faint, she wanted to find someone, anyone she knew. She felt ready to collapse, falling to her knees she stood as rain drenched her already freezing body. The was a strange shaking sound, as an old lady walked down the road. She opened her eyes, staring at her as she passed, the woman muttered 'poor thing,' as she passed, and she began to feel a strange sensation in her head, she felt dizzy as she fainted, her face touching the cold ground. The wolf escaping again.
It all stoped once she heard a fimillar voice..
"Iris? You okay?" it came as she opened her eyes to look up.
Quatre sat at home, he had run out looking for her. It figures Dorthy would come and mess things up again. He picked up the phone, dialing Trowa's number.
"Hello Trowa." he said.
"Oh hi Quatre," he said, looking back at Iris' frozen body that lay on his bed.
"Trowa, can I come over?" he asked, "I need to talk."
"Uhh.. I don't think thats a good idea, I have company," he said, he would find out what happened when Iris woke up..
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing
(sorry if it took awhile, my computer shut down as I was writting and I lost everything)
What am I?
Human or wolf?
And why am I tortured like this?
I wish...you would help me.
But I don't even know where I am...
and I feel cold..
Whats wrong with me?
Iris thought as layed still in the living room..
The doctor examined her..
"Shes a little sick, a cold." he said. Quatre sighed in relive, glad it was nothing more. The doctor packed up and left. Hours later Iris woke up, trying to find where she was exactly.Quatre walked in and she looked at him. He smiled at her , staring in her eyes.
Whats that strange look in her eye, he thought, Maybe its love, but...maybe I doubt it. She seems so lost..like a child. I wish I could help her but shes so diffrent from me. Shes so innocent, and she seems so helpless. I have to take care of her.. If we had gotten there any later...then what might have happend?
He walked over to Iris, her face now clean, no more dry blood. Quatre had made sure to wipe it off before the doctor came. He touched a palm to the side of her face, feeling heat rise off her body into his cold hand. "Your still running a fever,"he said. She wasn't listening, she froze, feeling the soft palm on her face. She felt funny, her stomache danced a little. She felt like she was falling, but she didn't care. She lowered her eyes to the floor. She wanted to say something but she didn't know what.
"You should go to bed," he said, "your sick. I'll bring you in some soup, okay?" She nodded, not sure what to say. She went to stand up and she felt faint, falling back onto the couch behind her. Quatre picked her up, looking down at her as she lay limp in his arms.
"You should save your energy, I can carry you." he said. She felt helpless, a feeling she didn't really like, but she didn't mind. She rested her head on him and listened to the steady beat of his heart. He carefully carried her to the bedroom, setting her down lightly and covering her with a blanket. He left, walking to the kitchen. He came back a little later with soup and he gave it to her.
She ate what she was given, even though it burned her tounge. She looked up at him once she finished, as he sat next to her on the bed, reading quietly.
"Quatre?" she asked weakly, and he turned his attention to her. "Yes?" he asked softly.
She wanted to say something, anything that might help him understand, or reasure her but she couldn't find the words. She shook her head, confused and he moved closer. "Is there something wrong," he asked. She looked at him, his eyes foucusing in on hers. She looks so afraid, he thought, I wish I could help her....
He realized they were both leaning in, thier faces just inches away. What am I doing? Iris asked herself, as she closed her eyes, when a knock on the door interupted and Quatre sat up as the high voice rang out.
"Quuuuuaaattttrrreeee," came Dorthy's voice from behind the door. He stood up, striding over to the door he sighed, opening the door the cheery blonde girl dashed in to hug him.
Quatre sighed, "What is it now Dorthy?"
"I wanted to see you again Quatre!" she said. Iris coughed and Dorthy glared from around Quatre's side to look at her. Suprised, expecting to see his sister she saw a young pale female she never saw before.
'Ohh who is this Quatre?" Dorthy said, "a cousin?"
"No, were not related," he said, pushing Dorthy off him. Now the blonde was fumming. "Then what, may I ask, is she doing in your bed," she said a little cruely.
"Shes sick and Im taking care of her, " he said.
"Shes not your girlfriend is she? I thought I was the only one for you," she said.
"No, its not like that." he said, thinking they were well out of Iris' hearing range, "shes just a friend. Anyway you and I, we never were together."
Iris sat, listening to it all, she had good hearing all her life, why should she stop just because shes a human. She frowned a little, just friends, she didn't know why it upset her but it did. She felt a little hurt, she layed down, not wanting to listen any longer.
Quatre some how got rid of Dorthy and came back in smiling at her as she stared blankly up at him. He sat next to her, and placed a hand on hers, trying to recover the moment they were sharing. She felt angry.. after he admits they're just friends he goes and acts like hes..hes more to her! What WAS more then friends? she asked herself, it must be love, she thought. She pulled her hand away. He looked confused, "Wh-whats wrong Iris?" he asked. She didn't respond, she just stood up, it seemed so clear for a minute, the minute before he said those damn words. He stood up, standing infront of her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. "You can tell me," he said. She looked up at him, her eyes connecting with his. He closed his eyes, without thinking and kissed her. Iris pushed him off and grabbing him by the collar.
"I heard you Quatre, don't think I didn't! Were just friends remeber!?" she hollared, pushing him out of the way, she ran to the door, opening it, and running out, leaving Quatre shocked.
She ran blindly outside, not knowing exactly where she was going and how long she could keep this pace.
She slowed, feeling faint, she wanted to find someone, anyone she knew. She felt ready to collapse, falling to her knees she stood as rain drenched her already freezing body. The was a strange shaking sound, as an old lady walked down the road. She opened her eyes, staring at her as she passed, the woman muttered 'poor thing,' as she passed, and she began to feel a strange sensation in her head, she felt dizzy as she fainted, her face touching the cold ground. The wolf escaping again.
It all stoped once she heard a fimillar voice..
"Iris? You okay?" it came as she opened her eyes to look up.
Quatre sat at home, he had run out looking for her. It figures Dorthy would come and mess things up again. He picked up the phone, dialing Trowa's number.
"Hello Trowa." he said.
"Oh hi Quatre," he said, looking back at Iris' frozen body that lay on his bed.
"Trowa, can I come over?" he asked, "I need to talk."
"Uhh.. I don't think thats a good idea, I have company," he said, he would find out what happened when Iris woke up..