Silent Tears
Chapter Two: Fear-borne Silence, A New Emotion
Kattie
Note: This story takes place before Mr. Winner's death. ^.^ I just really like that father-son relationship.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the song "Tears".
Song info: The music and lyrics for "Tears" were written by Yoshiki, pianist and percussionist for X-Japan. The song was performed by X-Japan. The lyrics refer to Yoshiki's father who committed suicide.
Dedication: Dedicated to Yoshiki. One of the best musicians and songwriters ever.
* Lyrics *
* On that night that was too long*
1711 Hours- 5:11 PM
Mr. Winner strode through the hospital with a walk that was drowned in power and confidence. He sped quickly, yet gracefully, avoiding hitting anyone but making good time. Whenever he passed someone, he looked away and tried to cover his face. If he was noticed, it would take far more time to reach his destination.
He felt no contentment when Hiiro loomed in to view, signifying that he had met his goal. "Where is he?" Mr. Winner asked in a gruff, tired voice.
Hiiro looked up at him with a death glare. "They won't tell us because we aren't relatives."
"Damn it," Raising his hand, Mr. Winner slammed it down on the little bell that sat atop the main desk, "Where the Hell are they?"
With a dark glance to his side, Hiiro answered, "Probably selling the story to the media."
"Damn urchins." Again Mr. Winner lifted his hand, this time continuing the motion of throwing it towards the bell over and over.
Finally, after what seemed like milleniums, the disgruntled nurse shuffled back to her place behind the desk. Her sharp gaze fell upon Mr. Winner's still-moving hand and she aggressively snatched the bell away. "Can. I. Help. You. Sir?" She asked in an annoyed voice.
"Yes," Mr. Winner spat, showing his exhaustion and anger in both expression and tone, "You. Can. Where is Quatre Winner?"
Without warning, the nurse threw the bell across the room, letting it hit the wall with one final ring. "Get the Hell out of here!" She snapped. "Leave the poor boy alone!"
Leaning over the desk, Mr. Winner lost control of his confused emotions. "Quatre is my son! I have every right to be here!"
"Oh sure, the 7th today. Show me your ID!"
No look of surprised ever given before could have even compared to the one the nurse gave when Mr. Winner threw his driver's license at her and she saw the picture on it.
"Which room?" Mr. Winner asked again.
".Three.. Three-o-nine." She answered, blushing with shame, "I. I don't think he's allowed to see anyone right now."
"He'll see me."
* I had a dream where you left me*
Quatre's eyes were open wide and staring at the ceiling. They seemed to be fixed on one specific spot where there was nothing unusual. It was as though he were seeing something far beyond what the others could comprehend. Perhaps something only one who had just faced a near-death experience could truly understand.
His mouth was moving but no sounds were coming out. Inaudible words of an eerie nature, lost to the world. Lost to everyone, including their speaker.
"What happened?" Mr. Winner demanded, questioning the doctor to his left.
The doctor winced at his intensity and took a half step backwards. "The police say he and his companion were attacked on the street. The person used a knife and some kind of chain. The police believe the man attempted to strangle your son with the chain and his companion tried to help Mr. Winner escape." He paused for a moment to make eye contact with Mr. Winner, seeing if he was all right before he continued.
"Mr. Winner was then stabbed multiple times in his right hand, lower back, and left leg.. Before falling to the ground unconscious and hitting his head on the cement.. His companion, Mr..Maxwell? ... Continued to retaliate and.. We aren't sure he'll survive through the night."
* Staring at a foreign sky*
"May I see my son?" Mr. Winner questioned, "Mr. Yui here as well."
Taking a deep breath, the doctor looked up at him. "It's against regulations, sir.. But maybe this once.. He's physically fine now but.. We're having some.. Other problems. emotionally."
Mr. Winner nodded in appreciation, "Thank you."
Quickly, Mr. Winner and Hiiro hurried into the room. Mr. Winner kneeled next to his son while Hiiro stood behind him, watching his injured friend.
"Quatre?" Mr. Winner asked quietly, "It-it's me.."
Quatre didn't seem to notice Mr. Winner's presence. He just continued looking up at the ceiling, staring a hole through to the next floor. His skin seemed paler than usual and his eyes were red.
"The doctors say you're all right now.. They should be able to release you soon. Then we'll take you to see Mr. Maxwell." Tears glistened in Mr. Winner's eyes as he looked upon the frail, nearly lifeless body of his son.
"Well, say something," he said, brushing the first fallen tear away, "Can't you speak?"
Turning his head to look upon his father, Quatre blinked once and gave him a very weak, emotionless smile. Slowly he shook his head left to right once, before resting it on the pillow again.
"I-I tried to tell you, sir," The doctor said quietly from the doorway, "He..He hasn't spoken a word.. We're thinking it's post-traumatic stress. It might take a while for him to.."
"Thank you," Mr. Winner replied, standing up, "He'll be fine.. He's a strong boy. He'll.. Get through this."
The doctor nodded in response, "It should be only temporary, sir."
"Yes," Mr. Winner repeated, "Temporary." Sluggishly, he dragged himself out of the room, seeming weaker and far more tired than before.
* I hugged my loneliness*
Hiiro dialed the number quickly, his fingers nearly sliding off of the correct keys and onto their neighbors. "Barton, I'm here. Quatre's into a regular room. Maxwell is still in the ER." He was silent as he listened to Trowa's reply. "He can't talk, Trowa." Another moment of silence. "No, it couldn't have just been the driver. One person couldn't hurt both of them, they're far too skilled. We'll find out who it was. Get here with Chang as soon as possible."
Neither of them said 'goodbye', they both just hung up, knowing that their discussion was complete.
And then Hiiro was alone. He hadn't been alone since the war began. It seemed strange after all this time, though he'd always been on his own before. This time, he felt a new emotion, something he'd never experienced before. A strange desire to be in someone, anyone's company.
Loneliness.
End of Chapter
Sorry if it's bad, it was very rushed to get it online tonight. . I'll rewrite it if it's too bad! Sorry sorry! Please review! ::Glomps::
Chapter Two: Fear-borne Silence, A New Emotion
Kattie
Note: This story takes place before Mr. Winner's death. ^.^ I just really like that father-son relationship.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the song "Tears".
Song info: The music and lyrics for "Tears" were written by Yoshiki, pianist and percussionist for X-Japan. The song was performed by X-Japan. The lyrics refer to Yoshiki's father who committed suicide.
Dedication: Dedicated to Yoshiki. One of the best musicians and songwriters ever.
* Lyrics *
* On that night that was too long*
1711 Hours- 5:11 PM
Mr. Winner strode through the hospital with a walk that was drowned in power and confidence. He sped quickly, yet gracefully, avoiding hitting anyone but making good time. Whenever he passed someone, he looked away and tried to cover his face. If he was noticed, it would take far more time to reach his destination.
He felt no contentment when Hiiro loomed in to view, signifying that he had met his goal. "Where is he?" Mr. Winner asked in a gruff, tired voice.
Hiiro looked up at him with a death glare. "They won't tell us because we aren't relatives."
"Damn it," Raising his hand, Mr. Winner slammed it down on the little bell that sat atop the main desk, "Where the Hell are they?"
With a dark glance to his side, Hiiro answered, "Probably selling the story to the media."
"Damn urchins." Again Mr. Winner lifted his hand, this time continuing the motion of throwing it towards the bell over and over.
Finally, after what seemed like milleniums, the disgruntled nurse shuffled back to her place behind the desk. Her sharp gaze fell upon Mr. Winner's still-moving hand and she aggressively snatched the bell away. "Can. I. Help. You. Sir?" She asked in an annoyed voice.
"Yes," Mr. Winner spat, showing his exhaustion and anger in both expression and tone, "You. Can. Where is Quatre Winner?"
Without warning, the nurse threw the bell across the room, letting it hit the wall with one final ring. "Get the Hell out of here!" She snapped. "Leave the poor boy alone!"
Leaning over the desk, Mr. Winner lost control of his confused emotions. "Quatre is my son! I have every right to be here!"
"Oh sure, the 7th today. Show me your ID!"
No look of surprised ever given before could have even compared to the one the nurse gave when Mr. Winner threw his driver's license at her and she saw the picture on it.
"Which room?" Mr. Winner asked again.
".Three.. Three-o-nine." She answered, blushing with shame, "I. I don't think he's allowed to see anyone right now."
"He'll see me."
* I had a dream where you left me*
Quatre's eyes were open wide and staring at the ceiling. They seemed to be fixed on one specific spot where there was nothing unusual. It was as though he were seeing something far beyond what the others could comprehend. Perhaps something only one who had just faced a near-death experience could truly understand.
His mouth was moving but no sounds were coming out. Inaudible words of an eerie nature, lost to the world. Lost to everyone, including their speaker.
"What happened?" Mr. Winner demanded, questioning the doctor to his left.
The doctor winced at his intensity and took a half step backwards. "The police say he and his companion were attacked on the street. The person used a knife and some kind of chain. The police believe the man attempted to strangle your son with the chain and his companion tried to help Mr. Winner escape." He paused for a moment to make eye contact with Mr. Winner, seeing if he was all right before he continued.
"Mr. Winner was then stabbed multiple times in his right hand, lower back, and left leg.. Before falling to the ground unconscious and hitting his head on the cement.. His companion, Mr..Maxwell? ... Continued to retaliate and.. We aren't sure he'll survive through the night."
* Staring at a foreign sky*
"May I see my son?" Mr. Winner questioned, "Mr. Yui here as well."
Taking a deep breath, the doctor looked up at him. "It's against regulations, sir.. But maybe this once.. He's physically fine now but.. We're having some.. Other problems. emotionally."
Mr. Winner nodded in appreciation, "Thank you."
Quickly, Mr. Winner and Hiiro hurried into the room. Mr. Winner kneeled next to his son while Hiiro stood behind him, watching his injured friend.
"Quatre?" Mr. Winner asked quietly, "It-it's me.."
Quatre didn't seem to notice Mr. Winner's presence. He just continued looking up at the ceiling, staring a hole through to the next floor. His skin seemed paler than usual and his eyes were red.
"The doctors say you're all right now.. They should be able to release you soon. Then we'll take you to see Mr. Maxwell." Tears glistened in Mr. Winner's eyes as he looked upon the frail, nearly lifeless body of his son.
"Well, say something," he said, brushing the first fallen tear away, "Can't you speak?"
Turning his head to look upon his father, Quatre blinked once and gave him a very weak, emotionless smile. Slowly he shook his head left to right once, before resting it on the pillow again.
"I-I tried to tell you, sir," The doctor said quietly from the doorway, "He..He hasn't spoken a word.. We're thinking it's post-traumatic stress. It might take a while for him to.."
"Thank you," Mr. Winner replied, standing up, "He'll be fine.. He's a strong boy. He'll.. Get through this."
The doctor nodded in response, "It should be only temporary, sir."
"Yes," Mr. Winner repeated, "Temporary." Sluggishly, he dragged himself out of the room, seeming weaker and far more tired than before.
* I hugged my loneliness*
Hiiro dialed the number quickly, his fingers nearly sliding off of the correct keys and onto their neighbors. "Barton, I'm here. Quatre's into a regular room. Maxwell is still in the ER." He was silent as he listened to Trowa's reply. "He can't talk, Trowa." Another moment of silence. "No, it couldn't have just been the driver. One person couldn't hurt both of them, they're far too skilled. We'll find out who it was. Get here with Chang as soon as possible."
Neither of them said 'goodbye', they both just hung up, knowing that their discussion was complete.
And then Hiiro was alone. He hadn't been alone since the war began. It seemed strange after all this time, though he'd always been on his own before. This time, he felt a new emotion, something he'd never experienced before. A strange desire to be in someone, anyone's company.
Loneliness.
End of Chapter
Sorry if it's bad, it was very rushed to get it online tonight. . I'll rewrite it if it's too bad! Sorry sorry! Please review! ::Glomps::