Rebellion

By: Gypsy Tollamer

Gypsy: Part two! Wow! I've gotten some great feedback for this fic and it means a lot to me. I've gotten some great comments and suggestions. StyleBV asked me if I had based my plot on anything that really happened. The answer is yes! My inspiration was the extensive Resistance groups of Europe during World War Two. The Jewish ghetto was actually a major source of resistance. A group of about 30 Jewish people held up the German army for over a year from exterminating them. I did a paper on the White Rose in high school. They were one of the largest resistance groups. They had militia, spies, runners (ones who delivered black market goods and information) and had over 200 members. They were all sadly executed except for a few who found refuge in Sweden. Look them up on the web to learn more. (The leader was actually a woman!) Also people don't realize that Jews were the only people prosecuted during the holocaust.. Blacks, Orientals, Homosexuals, women, Americans and other foreigners, and anybody who dared to oppose their views. That's how it added up to almost 12 million people being murdered.

Scary, huh??

            Quatre sat at the dinner table and looked at his plate. His father was discussing matters with Hans Dekim. He was another big business person in berlin. Quatre detested it when he came to dinner. Also at the table was Colonel Dermail and his daughter Dorothy. Dorothy sat in between Quatre's two sisters Iria and Pheobe. Dermail was one of the men in charge of the SS men in berlin. Quatre hated dining with the enemies. His eyes landed on the old army rifle hanging on the wall. How he would love to take that thing and blow off both of their heads. Maybe even Dorothy's she was just as bad as her father.

            "So, Quatre." Mr. Dekim said. 'What are you doing now that your school has been closed?"

            "Not much sir." Quatre said. "Father has given me a tutor so I can keep up at home."

            "It really was a pity about that school closing. Of all people I never would have thought a catholic school would have been hiding Jews." Dermail said. "If you can't trust the church then we can't trust anyone."

            Quatre gripped his fork extra tight and felt a little queasy.

            "Are you alright?" Pheobe whispered in his ear.

            "I'm fine." Quatre answered.

            "You really have a beautiful family Winner." The colonel said. "Almost as beautiful as my Dorothy."

            Dorothy smiled and ate a piece of beef. Quatre couldn't imagine how much the food cost for that evening and how hungry all his friends must be right now. Hilde came in to take away the adults dishes. Quatre looked down at his food. He ahdn't eaten much but he couldn't let it go to waste. Hilde sent him a sympathetic smile.            

            "Quatre finish your dinner." Iria said. Quatre nodded and began to eat.

            Quatre was putting on his robe when Hilde snuck up into his bedroom.

            "Hi." She said setting a pile of clean clothes on the dresser. "Get the list of items they need?"

            "yeah. I'll go to black market tomorrow." Quatre said. "I should be able to find this stuff for them."

            "Did Trowa give you a letter from Heero?" Hilde asked.

            Quatre shook his head slowly..

            "Sorry. They don't have much ink left. I'll pick some up for them tomorrow, then you'll get your love letters." He said pulling Hilde into a hug.

            "You don't like those men much, do you?" she asked. "You looked nauseous the whole time."

            "You're the one who throws up every time they come." He said laughing.

            "I'm just so scared they'll find out my papers are fake." She said.

            "I am too. I hate them, I just wish I could knock their heads off with a large stick." Quatre said standing up and looking out the window. "It's getting cold now."

            "WE'll have to send them some blankets." Hilde said. "I'm knitting a sweater for Heero. Hopefully I'll finish it soon."

She said wiping the tears off her cheeks.

            "Don't cry Hilde." Quatre said. "You'll get me started."

            "I get so worried. What if they ship them off to one of those camps? People don't come back." She said crying as Quatre held her and stroked her hair.

            "They'll be okay." Quatre said choking up and starting to cry himself. "I just hope this terrible thing is over soon."

            Little did the two know that Quatre's older sister; Iria was standing outside Quatre's door listening to their whole conversation.

            "Oh God, Quatre. What have you gotten yourself into?" Iria asked herself once she was inside her own bedroom.

            The next morning Sally was cutting into the bread Hilde had baked when she heard a crackle. She pulled out a sheet of paper and looked at it. In the smudged ink she could see Heero's name.

            "Heero." She said. The brunette got up and walked over to Sally. She handed him the paper. "It's a letter from your wife."

            "Sally, you know we're not married." He said sternly.

            "You are in spirit." She said. "We all know you're going to marry that girl as soon as you can."

            Heero shook his head before going off into a corner to read his letter in private. While reading anyone could notice the smile on his face, the tears in his eyes and the ice cracking around his heart.

            Quatre walked around the back streets heading toward he knew he could get lamp oil, ink, and paper. His basket was full of ration cards, fabric, wool yarn, a couple of small knives, he had also bought a small bottle of vodka. The liquor would help warm them up. After buying the oil, ink and paper. He snuck around a couple of corners to reach Howards shop. There he would pawn a couple of things to get a hold of what ever was needed in there. Howard was always very good about helping him. His dead wife had been jewish and Howard helped as much as he could to help the resistance.

            Quatre opened the door.

            "Hello there child." The older man said. "What do you need today?"

            Quatre moved to remove the gold cross that had been his mother's.

            "I want to pawn this and a couple other things." He said.

            "I can't do that." Howard said. "Put that back around your neck."

            "They need it more then I do." Quatre said. "Now what kind of guns do you have?"

            Quatre moved to removed couple other pieces of his dead mother's jewelry. Also there was a pair of alligator shoes and a pair of mink trimmed gloves. Howard picked up the gloves and shoes and the pair of diamond ear bobs.

            "You keep the rest. I want to help. I don't need your mother's things that much." Quatre smiled before putting the necklace back ona dn slipping on his mother's wedding band. The other two pieces of jewelry were put back in the basket. Howard pulled out to small handguns and slid them across the counter with some ammunition.

            "Thankyou Howard." Quatre said kissing the older man's cheek. "God bless you."

            Quatre tehn turned to hurry back home before his father realized that he was gone.

            It was nearing midnight and Trowa was in the alley again. He heard the sound of Quatre's shoes and the blonde came around the corner to hide in behind the wooden crates with Trowa.

            "Your early." Trowa whispered.

            "I wanted to spend some time with you." Quatre said sitting down and curling up in Trowa's arms.

            "Heero wrote a letter to Hilde." Trowa said. Quatre took it and put it in his pocket. "You look cute in a fedora."

            "Thanks. It's getting really cold now. Are you all okay?" He asked snuggling closer as Trowa's arms secured around him.

            "Marie is feeling better thanks to the medicine you sent." He whispered. "Duo has now gotten sick as well but he'll be okay."

            "I'm glad." Quatre said handing the basket to Trowa. Trowa picked it up.

            "What's in this? It's heavy." He said.

            "Two guns, blankets, oil, ink, paper, food, ration cards, and couple other things." He said. "Hilde's been showing me how to knit. I'm making you a scarf."

            "You don't have to." Trowa said.

            "I want to." Quatre said.

            The clock began to chime.

            "You better go, don't want to be caught in another man's arms. You'd be sent to ghetto for sure." He said.

            "I wouldn't care if I did get triangled. I'd be closer to you." Quatre said.

            'Still" Trowa said. They both stood up and Trowa bent to kiss his love. "You'd better go."

            "Can we meet again? Just you and me, so we can spend some time together?" Quatre pleaded.

            "Come tomorrow at ten." He said. "You needy little wench."

            Quatre smiled and ran out of the alley. Trowa proceeded to run as quickly as he could with that heavy basket.

            Quatre climbed up the ladder and was about to pull it back up when an arm grabbed him a swung him around.

Cliffhanger I know! Please review if you want to see what happens!

Ps- Homosexuals were also prosecuted during the holocaust. Instead of a star of David they had to wear pink upside down triangles. To be triangled meant to be persecuted for being a homosexual.