Wow, you reviewers are so nice. *smiles sweetly* I hope to keep you all hooked so you'll read the rest. I would like to first off thank the people who reviewed my story! Thanks so much to: star storm, Horisont, crackle, shampooo, and Matt Ikazou for all your support, patience and your review of course. Here is the second chapter to the fic and there is much more to come hopefully.
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing don't you think I would have seen the half of the series I missed? Well, anyways, I don't own it and I am making no money off of this story. Now empty your pockets! (j/k)
Visiting Hours
Chapter 2
Duo's POV (still)
In my startled and emotional state, I was easily overtaken and held down in my chair by two of the men that had decided to 'drop in.' I had no time to chuckle at my stupid humor as a man dressed completely in black (black t-shirt, black pants, black leather jacket, the usual) stood before me with the other two men backing him up in case I tried something smart. His bright red hair seemed to glow as his green eyes glared knives at me; I'm guessing this guy's the leader. He smirked at me calmly and snorted as I squirmed in my spot.
"You're just as weak and stupid as he is," he motioned towards Quatre's unconscious form making me angry. Quatre was in no way stupid or weak. Seeing my reaction, he swiftly made his way towards Quatre and kicked his side three times growing in strength with each kick. Even in his state, Quatre moaned in pain as I winced and tried yet again to get free.
Some of the other gang members chuckled and one mumbled, "give it to him, Mitch," while I continued to struggle. Mitch took his place in front of me again before speaking.
"By the state you're in, I'm guessing you're not here to help the little rich boy here." I pulled at the arms holding me down which only resulted in them holding me down tighter. In my anger I cried out against the restraints muttering a few curse words under my breath. I turned to face Mitch.
"What do you want with him?! What did Quatre ever do to…" he punched me before I could finish. I felt the blood in my mouth; he'd split my lip.
"I don't think you're in the position to ask the questions around here!" His breath stank and I tried to hold back my look of disgust. Fortunately he didn't see it and continued talking instead.
"Let's just say I'm insignificant, he's important. I'm scum, he's a prince." I was slightly confused. "Let me say it in simpler words this time, I'm poor and he's rich, rich, rich! Just think about it! If me and my gang were to take this guy for ransom, who knows how much money we'd get!"
I gasped at this and wondered how long this had been going on. How many times had this gang paid a visit to Quatre? My eyes widened as Mitch's hand was reaching into his coat pocket.
"Silly me, I've gone and blabbed too much about us so…" he trailed off and smiled sickly before producing a pocketknife. I knew his intentions but couldn't help wondering back to Quatre since I couldn't get free to stop him anyhow. I mean, with Quatre alone in this giant house who knows what could happen, but my thoughts were jolted as a hand slapped my arm and brought me back to reality. I heard someone behind me say something like, "you're done for" and saw the glare of light coming off of the knife. I was done for; I tried to get away anyways.
Mitch began rearing his hand back saying, "Now you die!"
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Before I knew what the hell was going on the supposedly paralyzed Quatre had leapt in front of me with his arms in front of him as a shield. The knife came down hard and slashed across the outside [1] of both of Quatre's arms. Blood poured from the deep cuts as Mitch snarled in anger and reared back for another go. With a burst of strength Quatre jumped up and shoved Mitch to the ground.
I gaped at the scene in amazement; after all, Quatre was hit with a paralyzing dart! I gaped at Quatre's newborn strength but as soon as it came, Quatre's strength depleted and he fell to his hands and knees as Mitch stood over him.
"QUATRE!" I yelled loudly to him as Mitch proceeded to kick Quatre in the side and knock him flat on the ground gasping for air. I struggled my hardest to get free from my captors and suddenly, I was.
With a glance behind me I saw Trowa's form pummeling the two who had recently been holding me down. I nodded a quick thanks to him and went to help Quatre only to be stopped by the other two gang members. I kicked them both in the stomach dodging a few fists and hit them to the ground. When I was sure they wouldn't get up for a while, I looked to Quatre.
He was still laying on the ground trying to fight off Mitch who stood on his knees over Quatre trying to stab him with the knife. Seeing that Quatre was fading fast I ran to him and punched Mitch in the face.
Angrily, Mitch growled and stood but upon seeing Trowa and the status of his gang, he put the knife away. Mitch looked to Quatre one last time.
"We'll be back," he mumbled under his breath and motioned his gang that it was time to leave. Once they were all gone, Trowa and I glanced towards each other dropping our defenses before coming to Quatre's aid.
I helped Quatre sit up while Trowa rushed off the find some bandages. Sometime during the fight with Mitch, Quatre had acquired a cut lip and a bruise on his cheek…or had that been there before?
I had no time to dwell on the thought as Quatre began to cough and wince in pain. I rubbed his back until Trowa returned with the first-aid kit.
"Man I am glad to see you Trowa. Where'd you come from anyway?" I watched Trowa open the kit.
"I was stopping by here like I do every week to see how Quatre is and once I opened the door I heard you yelling and a struggle coming from in here so I ran in here and well, you know the rest," Trowa was completely focused on his task as he spoke. I turned back to Quatre who looked weak and too tired.
Trowa hesitantly moved closer and took Quatre's right arm in is hand to apply the white bandage. I began to roll up Quatre's left sleeve as Quatre stared into nothing; probably not fully recovered from his paralysis. It was kind of creepy to see him that way, but he was allowed I suppose. I began wrapping the bandage around his cut just as Trowa had finished with his right arm.
Just as Trowa was reaching towards Quatre's face with a tissue, Quatre blinked and jerked away from us in shock; probably still thinking he was fighting with Mitch, that bastard. His face softened as he realized who we were and cleared his throat.
"What happened?" He spoke groggily and looked from Trowa to me. He gasped and scooted towards me wincing at the sudden pressure on his arm.
"What did he do to you Duo?" It was almost a snarl but still sounded too caring. I hadn't remembered about my lip until I touched my finger to it wincing. Trowa handed me a tissue and quietly told Quatre to hold still. He obeyed as we finished with his wounds.
I looked to Quatre, worried.
"Quatre, what's going on here? Just how many times have you been visited by this gang and what have they done to you?"
Quatre looked down at his lap in shame.
"I'm sorry that you all got involved in this…" He trailed off as a yawn overtook him. It was pretty late by now. I waited for him to continue but Trowa interrupted.
"It's late. We should all go to bed and finish this conversation in the morning." I looked to Trowa about to protest but from the look on his face, I knew I had to shut my trap and agree; at least until Quatre left. I put a hand gently on Quatre's shoulder.
"Yeah, buddy. It's been a long day and," I faked a yawn. "I dunno about you but I'm sleepy."
"Duo, that yawn was to exaggerated to be real," Damn, he caught it.
Shakily, Quatre stood and looked down at me and Trowa.
"There are two guest rooms ready to be used down the hall. I'll see you in the morning." He flashed us a smile before saying good night and turning to walk to his own bedroom.
"Trowa, aren't you concerned? Why didn't you question him about all this?"
"It's too late and obvious that something just is not right. We'll talk to him about it in the morning but right now we all need sleep."
I realized then that I missed Trowa's always wise speeches. He was like my older brother or something. My thoughts wandered back to Kurt as I walked to my room with my bag. I felt my eyes water but held the tears back.
I heard a faint good night from Trowa and returned the gesture. I wanted to know what the hell was going still but I knew it would be explained soon. I yawned, for real this time, and got ready for bed.
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[1] - Ok, the outside of his arm…it's…well let me put it this way. Ok, work with me here, put your arm (either one) down on a table or whatever with your palm down. The side of your forearm facing up is what I mean by the outside of his arm! (hope that made sense *_*)
How was this chapter?
Longer, and not so much of a cliffhanger…YAY! I hope it was good…*seems doubtful* Please Review! It is much appreciated!
**Oh and I almost forgot! I had another story idea pop into my head so I wrote it down. Here's the summary:
{When Quatre starts to lose his memory his life, his piloting and the lives of everyone around him are in jeopardy. The simple push of a button and it could all be over.}
It would be Duo's POV again I think and would be set during the battling. Now before I even attempt to write this I need to know! (Well, I want to know)
Would you read it? Tell me in a review! Or by e-mail! Thanks again for reading my story and I'll get writing on the next chapter…that is if you want one…Bye!
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing don't you think I would have seen the half of the series I missed? Well, anyways, I don't own it and I am making no money off of this story. Now empty your pockets! (j/k)
Visiting Hours
Chapter 2
Duo's POV (still)
In my startled and emotional state, I was easily overtaken and held down in my chair by two of the men that had decided to 'drop in.' I had no time to chuckle at my stupid humor as a man dressed completely in black (black t-shirt, black pants, black leather jacket, the usual) stood before me with the other two men backing him up in case I tried something smart. His bright red hair seemed to glow as his green eyes glared knives at me; I'm guessing this guy's the leader. He smirked at me calmly and snorted as I squirmed in my spot.
"You're just as weak and stupid as he is," he motioned towards Quatre's unconscious form making me angry. Quatre was in no way stupid or weak. Seeing my reaction, he swiftly made his way towards Quatre and kicked his side three times growing in strength with each kick. Even in his state, Quatre moaned in pain as I winced and tried yet again to get free.
Some of the other gang members chuckled and one mumbled, "give it to him, Mitch," while I continued to struggle. Mitch took his place in front of me again before speaking.
"By the state you're in, I'm guessing you're not here to help the little rich boy here." I pulled at the arms holding me down which only resulted in them holding me down tighter. In my anger I cried out against the restraints muttering a few curse words under my breath. I turned to face Mitch.
"What do you want with him?! What did Quatre ever do to…" he punched me before I could finish. I felt the blood in my mouth; he'd split my lip.
"I don't think you're in the position to ask the questions around here!" His breath stank and I tried to hold back my look of disgust. Fortunately he didn't see it and continued talking instead.
"Let's just say I'm insignificant, he's important. I'm scum, he's a prince." I was slightly confused. "Let me say it in simpler words this time, I'm poor and he's rich, rich, rich! Just think about it! If me and my gang were to take this guy for ransom, who knows how much money we'd get!"
I gasped at this and wondered how long this had been going on. How many times had this gang paid a visit to Quatre? My eyes widened as Mitch's hand was reaching into his coat pocket.
"Silly me, I've gone and blabbed too much about us so…" he trailed off and smiled sickly before producing a pocketknife. I knew his intentions but couldn't help wondering back to Quatre since I couldn't get free to stop him anyhow. I mean, with Quatre alone in this giant house who knows what could happen, but my thoughts were jolted as a hand slapped my arm and brought me back to reality. I heard someone behind me say something like, "you're done for" and saw the glare of light coming off of the knife. I was done for; I tried to get away anyways.
Mitch began rearing his hand back saying, "Now you die!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*TBC*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~ (j/k)
Before I knew what the hell was going on the supposedly paralyzed Quatre had leapt in front of me with his arms in front of him as a shield. The knife came down hard and slashed across the outside [1] of both of Quatre's arms. Blood poured from the deep cuts as Mitch snarled in anger and reared back for another go. With a burst of strength Quatre jumped up and shoved Mitch to the ground.
I gaped at the scene in amazement; after all, Quatre was hit with a paralyzing dart! I gaped at Quatre's newborn strength but as soon as it came, Quatre's strength depleted and he fell to his hands and knees as Mitch stood over him.
"QUATRE!" I yelled loudly to him as Mitch proceeded to kick Quatre in the side and knock him flat on the ground gasping for air. I struggled my hardest to get free from my captors and suddenly, I was.
With a glance behind me I saw Trowa's form pummeling the two who had recently been holding me down. I nodded a quick thanks to him and went to help Quatre only to be stopped by the other two gang members. I kicked them both in the stomach dodging a few fists and hit them to the ground. When I was sure they wouldn't get up for a while, I looked to Quatre.
He was still laying on the ground trying to fight off Mitch who stood on his knees over Quatre trying to stab him with the knife. Seeing that Quatre was fading fast I ran to him and punched Mitch in the face.
Angrily, Mitch growled and stood but upon seeing Trowa and the status of his gang, he put the knife away. Mitch looked to Quatre one last time.
"We'll be back," he mumbled under his breath and motioned his gang that it was time to leave. Once they were all gone, Trowa and I glanced towards each other dropping our defenses before coming to Quatre's aid.
I helped Quatre sit up while Trowa rushed off the find some bandages. Sometime during the fight with Mitch, Quatre had acquired a cut lip and a bruise on his cheek…or had that been there before?
I had no time to dwell on the thought as Quatre began to cough and wince in pain. I rubbed his back until Trowa returned with the first-aid kit.
"Man I am glad to see you Trowa. Where'd you come from anyway?" I watched Trowa open the kit.
"I was stopping by here like I do every week to see how Quatre is and once I opened the door I heard you yelling and a struggle coming from in here so I ran in here and well, you know the rest," Trowa was completely focused on his task as he spoke. I turned back to Quatre who looked weak and too tired.
Trowa hesitantly moved closer and took Quatre's right arm in is hand to apply the white bandage. I began to roll up Quatre's left sleeve as Quatre stared into nothing; probably not fully recovered from his paralysis. It was kind of creepy to see him that way, but he was allowed I suppose. I began wrapping the bandage around his cut just as Trowa had finished with his right arm.
Just as Trowa was reaching towards Quatre's face with a tissue, Quatre blinked and jerked away from us in shock; probably still thinking he was fighting with Mitch, that bastard. His face softened as he realized who we were and cleared his throat.
"What happened?" He spoke groggily and looked from Trowa to me. He gasped and scooted towards me wincing at the sudden pressure on his arm.
"What did he do to you Duo?" It was almost a snarl but still sounded too caring. I hadn't remembered about my lip until I touched my finger to it wincing. Trowa handed me a tissue and quietly told Quatre to hold still. He obeyed as we finished with his wounds.
I looked to Quatre, worried.
"Quatre, what's going on here? Just how many times have you been visited by this gang and what have they done to you?"
Quatre looked down at his lap in shame.
"I'm sorry that you all got involved in this…" He trailed off as a yawn overtook him. It was pretty late by now. I waited for him to continue but Trowa interrupted.
"It's late. We should all go to bed and finish this conversation in the morning." I looked to Trowa about to protest but from the look on his face, I knew I had to shut my trap and agree; at least until Quatre left. I put a hand gently on Quatre's shoulder.
"Yeah, buddy. It's been a long day and," I faked a yawn. "I dunno about you but I'm sleepy."
"Duo, that yawn was to exaggerated to be real," Damn, he caught it.
Shakily, Quatre stood and looked down at me and Trowa.
"There are two guest rooms ready to be used down the hall. I'll see you in the morning." He flashed us a smile before saying good night and turning to walk to his own bedroom.
"Trowa, aren't you concerned? Why didn't you question him about all this?"
"It's too late and obvious that something just is not right. We'll talk to him about it in the morning but right now we all need sleep."
I realized then that I missed Trowa's always wise speeches. He was like my older brother or something. My thoughts wandered back to Kurt as I walked to my room with my bag. I felt my eyes water but held the tears back.
I heard a faint good night from Trowa and returned the gesture. I wanted to know what the hell was going still but I knew it would be explained soon. I yawned, for real this time, and got ready for bed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~TBC~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
[1] - Ok, the outside of his arm…it's…well let me put it this way. Ok, work with me here, put your arm (either one) down on a table or whatever with your palm down. The side of your forearm facing up is what I mean by the outside of his arm! (hope that made sense *_*)
How was this chapter?
Longer, and not so much of a cliffhanger…YAY! I hope it was good…*seems doubtful* Please Review! It is much appreciated!
**Oh and I almost forgot! I had another story idea pop into my head so I wrote it down. Here's the summary:
{When Quatre starts to lose his memory his life, his piloting and the lives of everyone around him are in jeopardy. The simple push of a button and it could all be over.}
It would be Duo's POV again I think and would be set during the battling. Now before I even attempt to write this I need to know! (Well, I want to know)
Would you read it? Tell me in a review! Or by e-mail! Thanks again for reading my story and I'll get writing on the next chapter…that is if you want one…Bye!