I know, it has been a looooooooong time since I updated this fic. But, unlike MSWG, I'm not any kind of chapters ahead in this fic. This is what I have so far. The end, that's all. No more written. So once again, I apologize. With the winter break, hopefully I can crank out the chapters a bit faster. Anyway, here's the next exciting installment!
Two days. Two days had passed since the plane ride. Two days since any of
them had slept. They had infiltrated the base where Relena had been taken and had
pretty much participated in a massacre that had finally ended with their saving the vice
foreign minister, but at a high mortality rate. Fortunately, all of them had been enemies.
The ex-pilots all made it out of the fight with minor injuries, for the most part. Wufei
and Trowa were both unharmed. Duo had a cracked rib, Quatre suffered a minor
concussion, and Hiiro had managed to get shot in the arm. How that had happened,
none of them would ever know.
Now Quatre was lying on the uncomfortable bed in his hotel room. They had all
decided to lay low for a few days before escorting Relena back to the Cinq Kingdom,
where they would stay and help coordinate a bodyguard system for her.
Even though he knew they had a lot of work ahead of them, Quatre was having
trouble keeping his mind focused on the task at hand. His thoughts kept falling back to
the night before they left. Or, more specifically, the night he had realized that he was
alive. After the wars, he had gone into as normal a routine as possible. And as much
as he had put on a facade, there was a part of him that was buried, a part that made
him feel.
That part had been unlocked when he met Usagi. It was amazing enough that he
had begun to feel again, but it was even more astounding that a woman he had just met
had been able to get to him so deeply, so completely. And he hated her for it. All
right, he didn't hate her. He could never hate her. He hated himself for trusting her.
She had seemed so pure, so innocent, so loving... and then she had left without a
trace, a note, a goodbye, anything. Why did he have to be so trusting? He should
have known better! But no, he left his heart wide open, and it had been stomped flat.
Well, never again.
Sighing dejectedly, Quatre rolled over onto his side, staring blankly out the window
at the night sky. The blackness was interrupted only by the stark, glowing sliver of a
crescent moon. For some reason, the moon reminded him of Usagi, the light in the
darkness.
He growled, covering his head with his pillow. He didn't want to think about her any
more. It was over and done with, and he would never see her again, simple as that.
Twenty-four hours. It had been twenty-four hours since that night, that wonderful
night that she had spent with Quatre. It had been two days since he had said he would
call but didn't. And for Usagi. Those twenty-four hours had all blurred together.
After picking herself up off the floor of her apartment, she had numbly dialed her
friend Ami's number and had once again began to cry into the phone. She didn't give
Ami any details, and Ami didn't ask for any. She had rushed right over with Rei,
Minako, and Makoto, and they all spent the night at Usagi's apartment.
They were all currently watching a cheesy comedy flick at Makoto's place, but
Usagi wasn't even trying to concentrate on it. She was too busy berating herself for the
events that had passed. Why had she let it go that far? Why did she even go and talk
to him at the club? She never did things like that, never. But she was just drawn to
him for some reason, and then everything had spiraled from there.
As much as she wanted to forget what had happened, she couldn't. She would
never forget his face, his blue eyes that had pierced her heart, his touch... Shaking her
head, she tried to rid her mind of the picture of his naked torso, his biceps flexing as
his arms had curled around her, his velvety skin smooth against hers... No, she would
never forget. But she would move on, because she had no other choice. She would
never see him again.
Pacing back and forth slowly, Relena Peacecraft was wide awake at such a late
hour. The others had bid her goodnight around midnight and had gone to their
respective rooms, leaving her on her own to sort through the events of the two days
before. She shuddered as she remembered the cold prison cell that had been her
home for almost twenty-four hours before the ex-pilots had rescued her.
The rescue was not the part that concerned her. What concerned her most was
the look on Quatre's face when he had been fighting off the enemies. He had looked
incensed, inhuman, downright maniacal. He had really scared her.
When she had questioned the other four pilots about the incident, they were just as
lost as she was. She was worried for her dear friend. It was too early to question him
about it, that she knew. With time, hopefully he would open up to one of them.
Until then, all Relena could do was wait and worry. Sighing, she halted her pacing
and gracefully fell back onto the hotel bed, staring at the white ceiling. She knew her
insomnia would only give her more time to wonder about Quatre and his problems.
I know, that was super short. Like I said, not a lot of time to write. But I will make the next chapter longer, I promise! And I'll see what I can do about bringing down the levels of angst, because I know everyone is really unhappy in the fic right now... I dunno, we'll see what happens. But you know what is motivating? Reviews! That's right, those lovely little comments that I know you guys just love to write after reading a chapter... Please do! They're really encouraging, and I love reading them!
Two days. Two days had passed since the plane ride. Two days since any of
them had slept. They had infiltrated the base where Relena had been taken and had
pretty much participated in a massacre that had finally ended with their saving the vice
foreign minister, but at a high mortality rate. Fortunately, all of them had been enemies.
The ex-pilots all made it out of the fight with minor injuries, for the most part. Wufei
and Trowa were both unharmed. Duo had a cracked rib, Quatre suffered a minor
concussion, and Hiiro had managed to get shot in the arm. How that had happened,
none of them would ever know.
Now Quatre was lying on the uncomfortable bed in his hotel room. They had all
decided to lay low for a few days before escorting Relena back to the Cinq Kingdom,
where they would stay and help coordinate a bodyguard system for her.
Even though he knew they had a lot of work ahead of them, Quatre was having
trouble keeping his mind focused on the task at hand. His thoughts kept falling back to
the night before they left. Or, more specifically, the night he had realized that he was
alive. After the wars, he had gone into as normal a routine as possible. And as much
as he had put on a facade, there was a part of him that was buried, a part that made
him feel.
That part had been unlocked when he met Usagi. It was amazing enough that he
had begun to feel again, but it was even more astounding that a woman he had just met
had been able to get to him so deeply, so completely. And he hated her for it. All
right, he didn't hate her. He could never hate her. He hated himself for trusting her.
She had seemed so pure, so innocent, so loving... and then she had left without a
trace, a note, a goodbye, anything. Why did he have to be so trusting? He should
have known better! But no, he left his heart wide open, and it had been stomped flat.
Well, never again.
Sighing dejectedly, Quatre rolled over onto his side, staring blankly out the window
at the night sky. The blackness was interrupted only by the stark, glowing sliver of a
crescent moon. For some reason, the moon reminded him of Usagi, the light in the
darkness.
He growled, covering his head with his pillow. He didn't want to think about her any
more. It was over and done with, and he would never see her again, simple as that.
Twenty-four hours. It had been twenty-four hours since that night, that wonderful
night that she had spent with Quatre. It had been two days since he had said he would
call but didn't. And for Usagi. Those twenty-four hours had all blurred together.
After picking herself up off the floor of her apartment, she had numbly dialed her
friend Ami's number and had once again began to cry into the phone. She didn't give
Ami any details, and Ami didn't ask for any. She had rushed right over with Rei,
Minako, and Makoto, and they all spent the night at Usagi's apartment.
They were all currently watching a cheesy comedy flick at Makoto's place, but
Usagi wasn't even trying to concentrate on it. She was too busy berating herself for the
events that had passed. Why had she let it go that far? Why did she even go and talk
to him at the club? She never did things like that, never. But she was just drawn to
him for some reason, and then everything had spiraled from there.
As much as she wanted to forget what had happened, she couldn't. She would
never forget his face, his blue eyes that had pierced her heart, his touch... Shaking her
head, she tried to rid her mind of the picture of his naked torso, his biceps flexing as
his arms had curled around her, his velvety skin smooth against hers... No, she would
never forget. But she would move on, because she had no other choice. She would
never see him again.
Pacing back and forth slowly, Relena Peacecraft was wide awake at such a late
hour. The others had bid her goodnight around midnight and had gone to their
respective rooms, leaving her on her own to sort through the events of the two days
before. She shuddered as she remembered the cold prison cell that had been her
home for almost twenty-four hours before the ex-pilots had rescued her.
The rescue was not the part that concerned her. What concerned her most was
the look on Quatre's face when he had been fighting off the enemies. He had looked
incensed, inhuman, downright maniacal. He had really scared her.
When she had questioned the other four pilots about the incident, they were just as
lost as she was. She was worried for her dear friend. It was too early to question him
about it, that she knew. With time, hopefully he would open up to one of them.
Until then, all Relena could do was wait and worry. Sighing, she halted her pacing
and gracefully fell back onto the hotel bed, staring at the white ceiling. She knew her
insomnia would only give her more time to wonder about Quatre and his problems.
I know, that was super short. Like I said, not a lot of time to write. But I will make the next chapter longer, I promise! And I'll see what I can do about bringing down the levels of angst, because I know everyone is really unhappy in the fic right now... I dunno, we'll see what happens. But you know what is motivating? Reviews! That's right, those lovely little comments that I know you guys just love to write after reading a chapter... Please do! They're really encouraging, and I love reading them!