Silent Tears
Chapter 3: Silent Voice
Kattie
Note: This story takes place before Mr. Winner's death. ^.^ I just really like that father-son relationship.
Warning: The slightest amount of shounen ai. ^^* Sorry if you dislike it. I might be able to make an edited version if someone requests.
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 *
* My fallen tears
Are piling up on the winds of time*
Sitting alone in his chair, Hiiro waited for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes fixed upon the clock, watching each slow second pass. Maybe the clock was broken? He felt a coldness on his cheek and wiped at it with his right hand. Slowly, he examined his hand and a sad realization came over him.
'I'm crying..'
Running the back of his hand over his eyes to make sure all of the evidence was destroyed, Hiiro continued his staring match with the clock, putting his emotions back into check.
"Hiiro." A voice said emotionlessly from a few feet away.
Quickly he jerked his head up, reaching for his gun in the process. 'How could you be so careless?' He thought, cursing himself for his inattentiveness.
"It's just us." Trowa's voice said calmly, as though he didn't mind Hiiro's thoughts of shooting him.
Hiiro sighed inwardly, and let his gun drop to his side. He looked up at Trowa and Wufei and nodded in acknowledgement. "Have you seen Quatre yet?"
Shaking his head from left to right, Trowa looked down the hall, his eyes fixing on the door to the ER. "Is Maxwell all right?"
"They moved him to ICU (1)," Hiiro explained, "He's not showing any signs of improvement."
Trowa nodded solemnly, his face remaining as emotionless as ever. "We should go see Quatre. Maybe he's regained the ability to speak."
"The doctor said it would only be temporary," Hiiro explained, standing up from the uncomfortable chair and stretching out his stiff back, "He should be fine by now."
*At the end
I feel your breath*
Quatre stared at the ceiling, his eyes unblinking. His golden, angelic hair was molded onto his forehead by sweat and bruises and cuts covered his face and arms. A bandage covered a spot to the left on his forehead, marking where it had hit the ground. His usually smiling lips were curled into an uncommon frown. Not angry, but far from happy.
Kneeling next to the bed, Trowa took Quatre's ice-like hand into his own, rubbing his thumb over Quatre's knuckles to offer them some warmth. "Hello, Quatre." he said quietly, his words lost to the rest of the room.
Slowly, so slowly that the naked eye could barely detect any movement at all, Quatre shifted his gaze to fall upon his friend's pale face. His lips morphed into something that could barely be called a smile as he recognized Trowa. Ever so slightly, his grip on Trowa's hand tightened.
"How are you feeling?" Trowa asked, beginning to brush Quatre's hair out of his eyes with his other hand.
All Quatre offered was a small nod, before resting his head on the pillow again. His eyes wandered to meet Wufei's and then Hiiro's. Slowly, they moved to fix upon the door and then back to Trowa.
Following Quatre's gaze, Trowa attempted to understand what he was trying to say. "I don't understand. Can you tell me?"
His frown returning, Quatre shook his head from side to side, resting his eyes upon the door again, as though he couldn't take his eyes off of it.
"Do you want to leave?" Trowa tried.
Understanding this, at least, Hiiro jumped in to the conversation, "You're being released tomorrow morning. They want to a few more tests first."
Sighing, Quatre allowed his eyes to remain on the door, transfixed. His eyes refused to blink and he looked as though he could see nothing else. As though the door was some kind of heavenly creation, an angel come to earth, and he couldn't look away.
"Quatre," Trowa said slowly, feeling his heart sink in his chest, "I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want."
Sluggishly, Quatre removed his hand from within Trowa's and drew three fingers back, folding his ring finger and pinky behind his thumb to make a peace sign. Staring at it, Trowa tried to understand what he meant. "Quatre-"
"Two," Hiiro interrupted, "He wants to know about Duo."
"Oh," Trowa said, feeling an unhappiness gnaw at his stomach. He didn't like Hiiro understanding Quatre better than he himself, "Duo's.." Trowa hated lying to Quatre. Nothing made him feel guiltier. But he couldn't bear to see Quatre sad, and so he told him what he wanted to hear, "He'll be fine. He's still recovering."
*Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love*
The small smile returned to Quatre's lips and he closed his eyes as he retook Trowa's hand. His breaths became deeper and soon it became apparent that he was sleeping. Each time he exhaled, Trowa could feel it upon the back of his hand. It comforted him, seeing his life so clearly.
"He needs to tell us about the man who attacked them," Wufei said quietly, apparently tired of waiting, "Whoever sent him might all ready be planning a second attack."
"We have to wait for him to recover," Trowa explained, "If we try to force the information out of him now, he'll only become worse. There's nothing he can tell us in this state."
"Still," Hiiro stood up from his seat, "I'd like to figure this out as soon as possible. We should at least try tomorrow."
Trowa sighed and rubbed Quatre's small hand again, noticing that it had warmed none, "He could become worse. We shouldn't pry into his memories yet. They're obviously.. Painful."
"If we wait, they might attack again," Hiiro explained, "And they might succeed in killing him. We can't be sure they haven't all ready succeeded with Duo."
Watching Quatre's chest raise up and fall back down, Trowa nodded. "All right. In the morning."
End of Chapter
1) ICU- Intensive Care Unit ^.~ thanks to Cynical for pointing this place out to me ^_^ ::glomps her very nice beta reader::
. Man, I got a headache. Sorry I'm not writing much lately. I'm waiting for my glasses to come in ( ^^* never had 'em before) so I can see better. Keep having to lean back to read ^^* 'cause my head hurts ^^* oop, sorry sorry for long waits!
Chapter 3: Silent Voice
Kattie
Note: This story takes place before Mr. Winner's death. ^.^ I just really like that father-son relationship.
Warning: The slightest amount of shounen ai. ^^* Sorry if you dislike it. I might be able to make an edited version if someone requests.
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 *
* My fallen tears
Are piling up on the winds of time*
Sitting alone in his chair, Hiiro waited for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes fixed upon the clock, watching each slow second pass. Maybe the clock was broken? He felt a coldness on his cheek and wiped at it with his right hand. Slowly, he examined his hand and a sad realization came over him.
'I'm crying..'
Running the back of his hand over his eyes to make sure all of the evidence was destroyed, Hiiro continued his staring match with the clock, putting his emotions back into check.
"Hiiro." A voice said emotionlessly from a few feet away.
Quickly he jerked his head up, reaching for his gun in the process. 'How could you be so careless?' He thought, cursing himself for his inattentiveness.
"It's just us." Trowa's voice said calmly, as though he didn't mind Hiiro's thoughts of shooting him.
Hiiro sighed inwardly, and let his gun drop to his side. He looked up at Trowa and Wufei and nodded in acknowledgement. "Have you seen Quatre yet?"
Shaking his head from left to right, Trowa looked down the hall, his eyes fixing on the door to the ER. "Is Maxwell all right?"
"They moved him to ICU (1)," Hiiro explained, "He's not showing any signs of improvement."
Trowa nodded solemnly, his face remaining as emotionless as ever. "We should go see Quatre. Maybe he's regained the ability to speak."
"The doctor said it would only be temporary," Hiiro explained, standing up from the uncomfortable chair and stretching out his stiff back, "He should be fine by now."
*At the end
I feel your breath*
Quatre stared at the ceiling, his eyes unblinking. His golden, angelic hair was molded onto his forehead by sweat and bruises and cuts covered his face and arms. A bandage covered a spot to the left on his forehead, marking where it had hit the ground. His usually smiling lips were curled into an uncommon frown. Not angry, but far from happy.
Kneeling next to the bed, Trowa took Quatre's ice-like hand into his own, rubbing his thumb over Quatre's knuckles to offer them some warmth. "Hello, Quatre." he said quietly, his words lost to the rest of the room.
Slowly, so slowly that the naked eye could barely detect any movement at all, Quatre shifted his gaze to fall upon his friend's pale face. His lips morphed into something that could barely be called a smile as he recognized Trowa. Ever so slightly, his grip on Trowa's hand tightened.
"How are you feeling?" Trowa asked, beginning to brush Quatre's hair out of his eyes with his other hand.
All Quatre offered was a small nod, before resting his head on the pillow again. His eyes wandered to meet Wufei's and then Hiiro's. Slowly, they moved to fix upon the door and then back to Trowa.
Following Quatre's gaze, Trowa attempted to understand what he was trying to say. "I don't understand. Can you tell me?"
His frown returning, Quatre shook his head from side to side, resting his eyes upon the door again, as though he couldn't take his eyes off of it.
"Do you want to leave?" Trowa tried.
Understanding this, at least, Hiiro jumped in to the conversation, "You're being released tomorrow morning. They want to a few more tests first."
Sighing, Quatre allowed his eyes to remain on the door, transfixed. His eyes refused to blink and he looked as though he could see nothing else. As though the door was some kind of heavenly creation, an angel come to earth, and he couldn't look away.
"Quatre," Trowa said slowly, feeling his heart sink in his chest, "I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want."
Sluggishly, Quatre removed his hand from within Trowa's and drew three fingers back, folding his ring finger and pinky behind his thumb to make a peace sign. Staring at it, Trowa tried to understand what he meant. "Quatre-"
"Two," Hiiro interrupted, "He wants to know about Duo."
"Oh," Trowa said, feeling an unhappiness gnaw at his stomach. He didn't like Hiiro understanding Quatre better than he himself, "Duo's.." Trowa hated lying to Quatre. Nothing made him feel guiltier. But he couldn't bear to see Quatre sad, and so he told him what he wanted to hear, "He'll be fine. He's still recovering."
*Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love*
The small smile returned to Quatre's lips and he closed his eyes as he retook Trowa's hand. His breaths became deeper and soon it became apparent that he was sleeping. Each time he exhaled, Trowa could feel it upon the back of his hand. It comforted him, seeing his life so clearly.
"He needs to tell us about the man who attacked them," Wufei said quietly, apparently tired of waiting, "Whoever sent him might all ready be planning a second attack."
"We have to wait for him to recover," Trowa explained, "If we try to force the information out of him now, he'll only become worse. There's nothing he can tell us in this state."
"Still," Hiiro stood up from his seat, "I'd like to figure this out as soon as possible. We should at least try tomorrow."
Trowa sighed and rubbed Quatre's small hand again, noticing that it had warmed none, "He could become worse. We shouldn't pry into his memories yet. They're obviously.. Painful."
"If we wait, they might attack again," Hiiro explained, "And they might succeed in killing him. We can't be sure they haven't all ready succeeded with Duo."
Watching Quatre's chest raise up and fall back down, Trowa nodded. "All right. In the morning."
End of Chapter
1) ICU- Intensive Care Unit ^.~ thanks to Cynical for pointing this place out to me ^_^ ::glomps her very nice beta reader::
. Man, I got a headache. Sorry I'm not writing much lately. I'm waiting for my glasses to come in ( ^^* never had 'em before) so I can see better. Keep having to lean back to read ^^* 'cause my head hurts ^^* oop, sorry sorry for long waits!