Rebellion

By: Gypsy Tollamer

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            Quatre shifted uncomfortably at the breakfast table. He had messed up his hair while putting on his pajamas and robe. A bowl of oatmeal was set in front of him by Hilde who smiled slightly and winked. Quatre put his spoon in the bowl and lifted it to his lips.

            "How did everyone sleep?" Mr. Winner asked.

            'Fine, sir." All three children said in unison.

            "Quatre you look tired still." He added.

            "I had a nightmare last night father that's all." He said. "It took me a while to fall asleep afterward. I feel fine though." Quatre said putting a spoon of oatmeal to his mouth.

            "Would you like fresh bread?" Hilde asked everyone at the table. When Quatre took a piece he watched Hilde drop one into his lap. Quatre took a bite and watched Iria and Father talk about courts. He slipped his hand to his lap and put the bread in his robe's pocket. After breakfast was over Quatre had two rolls in his pocket and was trying to figure out what else he could put in. Hilde took away his half eaten bowl and said aloud.

            "Master Winner you look tired and you didn't eat much maybe you should lay down in your room. I'll bring you some soup up later." She said.

            "Good thinking Hilde." Mr. Winner said standing up. "Quatre, spend the day in your room. Rest up, I don't want you getting sick." Quatre nodded and went upstairs and entered his room where he locked the door securely. He opened the closet door and found Trowa sleeping soundly on the closet floor.

            "Honey." Quatre said. Trowa opened his eyes and sat up.

            "That was fast." He said.

            "Breakfast was an hour. You must have slept really fast." Quatre said sitting next to him on the floor and pulling out two fresh bread rolls. "Hilde is pretending to be concerned with my health that means my meals will brought up today. Soup most likely."

            Trowa took one of the rolls and took a piece and put it in his mouth.

            "Oh my." He whispered. 'It's fresh." He ate another bite. "I haven't had fresh bread since………." He trailed off.

            "Do you want to come out of the closet now? You can sit and eat at my desk or we can take a bath or a nap in my bed. I locked the door so someone will have to knock." He said.

            "A real bath?" Trowa asked. "In a tub?"

            "Yup." Quatre said. "Eat your food first."

            Trowa got up and walked out of the closet only small part of his bread left. Quatre handed him the second one and they both sat on the bed.

            'you have a nice room." Trowa said. "Really nice things."

            "Thankyou, but I've pawned a lot of them." Quatre said. "Tomorrow I'll go to Howard's and get some money to pay Treize for the girl's papers."

            "Good." Trowa said… "No it's not good. It's not. You shouldn't have to…."

            "I want to. Now eat your bread and calm down. You'll get a stomach ache." He said. Trowa sat there and ate some more. "Who's the lady in the picture?" He pointed to a silver frame on Quatre's desk.

            "That's my mother." Quatre said. 'She died a long time ago."

            "you look just like her." Trowa said putting an arm around the blonde. There was three quick knocks on the door. That meant Hilde. But better yet Trowa still went into the closet. Quatre opened the door to the girl. She smiled with a tray and said aloud.

            "Master Winner I brought you some soup so you'll feel better."

            "Thankyou Hilde." He said. "Come in, please."

            He closed the door and locked it quickly. Hilde set the tray down on the desk and opened the closet door to embrace the jewish boy she held as her brother.

            'I brought you some food." She said. "I'm also going to stoke the fire in your bathroom so you can have warm water for a bath later. You don't want a dirty boyfriend." She went into the bathroom and Trowa sat at the desk and started eating the thin soup. It tasted like heaven. And he had two angels in the room with him…

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Meanwhile Pheobe was upstairs in the attic with the girls. She had brought them soup from downstairs and bread. Both girls were now sleeping in an old small bed that was once Quatre's. There stomachs full Pheobe smiled at the sleeping girls. The older one clutched an old doll of Iria's while she slept and the younger one clung to her sister for dear life. Pheobe took a sip from the glass of water she had brought up.

            For once she was doing what she needed to do and she loved being of need.

End of part four