Silent Tears
Chapter 4: Safety Measures
Kattie
Note: This story takes place before Mr. Winner's death. ^.^ I just really like that father-son relationship.
Note: I know one/two sentence/s isn't a real paragraph, but it would be very boring to go into detail about Quatre's body language to explain how he feels about things. No dialogue is tough T.T
Warning: Some 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 *
*Loneliness.. Your silent whisper
Fills a river of tears through the night*
By the time Trowa awakened, the sun was already dancing through the window and onto the bedcovers. He had stayed with Quatre all night and held his hand even still. His head rested on Quatre's chest, Trowa listened to Quatre's comforting heartbeat, as though it were a song that only the two of them shared.
Needing to stretch out his back, for it had grown very stiff from the position he had slept in, Trowa stood, hesitantly releasing Quatre's hand. Groggily, he checked his watch. It was four hours to noon. He had never before slept past six. Then again, he'd also never been so afraid. Fearing for Quatre had been the most exhausting experience he'd ever went through. It was as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders with the news that Quatre would be fine.
Only when Trowa's hand was removed, did Quatre wake. He opened his eyes before quickly shutting them again as the light burned them. For a few moments, he worked on adjusting them to the brighter conditions. Sitting up, he smiled when his gaze fixed on Trowa.
For an instant, Trowa forgot about Quatre's temporary disability and awaited his usual morning's greeting. But only for that slightest time, before he remembered.
"Can you speak now?" Trowa asked, sitting back on the edge of the bed, beside his lover.
Opening his mouth, Quatre attempted speech but only managed to release a small squeak before looking as though the world were about to end and shaking his head from side to side.
Gently, Trowa took Quatre into his arms and ran a hand through his blood- crusted hair. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."
Bringing up a hand to touch Trowa's face, Quatre smiled sadly back at him. Trowa's eyes fell upon the bandage and narrowed.
"I'll kill them.." He murmured to himself. "Are you feeling better?"
Quatre nodded but it seemed to bring him pain, so he leaned back on the pillows, bringing his fingers to meet his temples. After a few minutes he stopped and looked back up at Trowa. Slowly, he curled his fingers so that only two remained in view.
"Duo's doing much better," Trowa explained, waiting for lightning to come and strike him down for his dishonesty, "He'll be fine."
Content with this, Quatre gave Trowa a genuine smile.
Trowa waited with him until he fell back asleep, watching his every movement like a guardian angel. Only, Quatre was his angel. He couldn't help but allow a small grin as he watched the celestial being sleep.
*Memory.. You never let me cry
And you, you never said "goodbye"*
Hiiro came to see Quatre later that morning. He arrived with Wufei promptly at nine, bringing a briefcase with him. Neither of them looked as though they had gotten very much sleep.
Before entering Quatre's room, Hiiro and Trowa took a few minutes to check on Duo. The doctors weren't very optimistic, but still managed to offer the pilots some reason for hope.
Still, Hiiro had a sad air and seemed to forget about his mission to murder the attacker/s. "He would hate this," he said quietly, leaning against the hallway's wall, "Us worrying about him. I know.. He'd want us to be laughing but.. I can't stop thinking about him here."
Trowa nodded in response. He couldn't think what to say and so remained silent.
"I want to stay with him," Hiiro admitted quietly, "But I can't stand to see him like this. I've never seen him with a frown.."
Another nod. "He'll understand," Trowa replied, his eyes fixing on Hiiro's back, "When he wakes."
*Sometimes our tears blinded the love
We lost our dreams along the way*
Quatre was awake by the time they reached his room. He was looking out the window, watching a songbird as it rested on a nearby branch. It sang for a few moments, a melodious whistle, before taking flight and disappearing into the distance.
"Quatre." Trowa said quietly, just loud enough to catch Quatre's attention.
The blond pilot looked over and smiled when he saw Hiiro and Wufei.
"Quatre, we need to know who attacked you," Trowa explained, taking his lover's hand, "Could you try to speak again?"
With a nod, Quatre opened his mouth slightly and moved his lips. No noise came out. Not even the least audible murmur. Frustrated and probably irritated with himself, Quatre leaned back against the wall behind the bed.
"We weren't expecting you to recover immediately," Hiiro said, opening his briefcase, "We brought paper. Could you write to answers our questions?"
Wincing, Quatre shook his head from left to right. Slowly he brought his right hand up, showing them the cast it had been placed in because the bleeding had been difficult to stop. Biting his lip, Quatre looked up at Hiiro with melancholy eyes, as if to apologize.
Hiiro seemed a bit frustrated as well. Slipping the paper back into the briefcase, he produced a manila envelope. "Could you identify them by picture?"
Quatre nodded.
Hiiro looked a bit more pleased at this. He opened the envelope and fished a photograph out. "First, how many were there?"
For a few minutes, Quatre was motionless as he thought about the answer. When he was sure of his response, Quatre held up his left palm, wide open. He then closed it for a split-second before flashing it open again, with his thumb folded over.
"Nine?" Hiiro questioned.
Nodding, Quatre allowed a weak smile.
"Good," Flipping the photograph over so that Quatre could see it, Hiiro questioned, "Was he one of them?"
It was a picture of the man who had died in the car accident, in the red sports car. The man they had been told had attacked the two pilots. The photograph had been clipped from a newspaper, so it was difficult to make out every feature in the colorless shades.
Quatre shook his head from side to side.
*But I never thought you'd trade your soul to the fates
Never thought you'd leave me alone*
As Hiiro walked quickly down the hall with a scowl fixed on his face, he spoke to Trowa, who was nearly sprinting, trying to keep up with him. "They must have set him up. We have no leads. Quatre has to talk, or they might come back. We have to be aggressive if we want to save them."
Trowa frowned at this. "He needs time. He'll be able to tell us soon."
"I don't have time," Hiiro spat, turning to face his friend, "They'll have time to reach any place in the known universe if we don't know soon. We'll never be able to find them." Turning back towards the hospital's exit, Hiiro continued his storming.
"Mr. Yuy! Mr. Yuy!" A nurse yelled, racing down the hall to catch up with them. She held a clipboard in her hand and a downhearted expression on her face. Reaching them, she stopped to take a deep breath before speaking, "Sir.. I-I'm sorry but.. Mr. Maxwell.. Has just passed away."
End of Chapter
If you'll stop reading because of deathficness, please im or e-mail me!
Chapter 4: Safety Measures
Kattie
Note: This story takes place before Mr. Winner's death. ^.^ I just really like that father-son relationship.
Note: I know one/two sentence/s isn't a real paragraph, but it would be very boring to go into detail about Quatre's body language to explain how he feels about things. No dialogue is tough T.T
Warning: Some 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 *
*Loneliness.. Your silent whisper
Fills a river of tears through the night*
By the time Trowa awakened, the sun was already dancing through the window and onto the bedcovers. He had stayed with Quatre all night and held his hand even still. His head rested on Quatre's chest, Trowa listened to Quatre's comforting heartbeat, as though it were a song that only the two of them shared.
Needing to stretch out his back, for it had grown very stiff from the position he had slept in, Trowa stood, hesitantly releasing Quatre's hand. Groggily, he checked his watch. It was four hours to noon. He had never before slept past six. Then again, he'd also never been so afraid. Fearing for Quatre had been the most exhausting experience he'd ever went through. It was as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders with the news that Quatre would be fine.
Only when Trowa's hand was removed, did Quatre wake. He opened his eyes before quickly shutting them again as the light burned them. For a few moments, he worked on adjusting them to the brighter conditions. Sitting up, he smiled when his gaze fixed on Trowa.
For an instant, Trowa forgot about Quatre's temporary disability and awaited his usual morning's greeting. But only for that slightest time, before he remembered.
"Can you speak now?" Trowa asked, sitting back on the edge of the bed, beside his lover.
Opening his mouth, Quatre attempted speech but only managed to release a small squeak before looking as though the world were about to end and shaking his head from side to side.
Gently, Trowa took Quatre into his arms and ran a hand through his blood- crusted hair. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."
Bringing up a hand to touch Trowa's face, Quatre smiled sadly back at him. Trowa's eyes fell upon the bandage and narrowed.
"I'll kill them.." He murmured to himself. "Are you feeling better?"
Quatre nodded but it seemed to bring him pain, so he leaned back on the pillows, bringing his fingers to meet his temples. After a few minutes he stopped and looked back up at Trowa. Slowly, he curled his fingers so that only two remained in view.
"Duo's doing much better," Trowa explained, waiting for lightning to come and strike him down for his dishonesty, "He'll be fine."
Content with this, Quatre gave Trowa a genuine smile.
Trowa waited with him until he fell back asleep, watching his every movement like a guardian angel. Only, Quatre was his angel. He couldn't help but allow a small grin as he watched the celestial being sleep.
*Memory.. You never let me cry
And you, you never said "goodbye"*
Hiiro came to see Quatre later that morning. He arrived with Wufei promptly at nine, bringing a briefcase with him. Neither of them looked as though they had gotten very much sleep.
Before entering Quatre's room, Hiiro and Trowa took a few minutes to check on Duo. The doctors weren't very optimistic, but still managed to offer the pilots some reason for hope.
Still, Hiiro had a sad air and seemed to forget about his mission to murder the attacker/s. "He would hate this," he said quietly, leaning against the hallway's wall, "Us worrying about him. I know.. He'd want us to be laughing but.. I can't stop thinking about him here."
Trowa nodded in response. He couldn't think what to say and so remained silent.
"I want to stay with him," Hiiro admitted quietly, "But I can't stand to see him like this. I've never seen him with a frown.."
Another nod. "He'll understand," Trowa replied, his eyes fixing on Hiiro's back, "When he wakes."
*Sometimes our tears blinded the love
We lost our dreams along the way*
Quatre was awake by the time they reached his room. He was looking out the window, watching a songbird as it rested on a nearby branch. It sang for a few moments, a melodious whistle, before taking flight and disappearing into the distance.
"Quatre." Trowa said quietly, just loud enough to catch Quatre's attention.
The blond pilot looked over and smiled when he saw Hiiro and Wufei.
"Quatre, we need to know who attacked you," Trowa explained, taking his lover's hand, "Could you try to speak again?"
With a nod, Quatre opened his mouth slightly and moved his lips. No noise came out. Not even the least audible murmur. Frustrated and probably irritated with himself, Quatre leaned back against the wall behind the bed.
"We weren't expecting you to recover immediately," Hiiro said, opening his briefcase, "We brought paper. Could you write to answers our questions?"
Wincing, Quatre shook his head from left to right. Slowly he brought his right hand up, showing them the cast it had been placed in because the bleeding had been difficult to stop. Biting his lip, Quatre looked up at Hiiro with melancholy eyes, as if to apologize.
Hiiro seemed a bit frustrated as well. Slipping the paper back into the briefcase, he produced a manila envelope. "Could you identify them by picture?"
Quatre nodded.
Hiiro looked a bit more pleased at this. He opened the envelope and fished a photograph out. "First, how many were there?"
For a few minutes, Quatre was motionless as he thought about the answer. When he was sure of his response, Quatre held up his left palm, wide open. He then closed it for a split-second before flashing it open again, with his thumb folded over.
"Nine?" Hiiro questioned.
Nodding, Quatre allowed a weak smile.
"Good," Flipping the photograph over so that Quatre could see it, Hiiro questioned, "Was he one of them?"
It was a picture of the man who had died in the car accident, in the red sports car. The man they had been told had attacked the two pilots. The photograph had been clipped from a newspaper, so it was difficult to make out every feature in the colorless shades.
Quatre shook his head from side to side.
*But I never thought you'd trade your soul to the fates
Never thought you'd leave me alone*
As Hiiro walked quickly down the hall with a scowl fixed on his face, he spoke to Trowa, who was nearly sprinting, trying to keep up with him. "They must have set him up. We have no leads. Quatre has to talk, or they might come back. We have to be aggressive if we want to save them."
Trowa frowned at this. "He needs time. He'll be able to tell us soon."
"I don't have time," Hiiro spat, turning to face his friend, "They'll have time to reach any place in the known universe if we don't know soon. We'll never be able to find them." Turning back towards the hospital's exit, Hiiro continued his storming.
"Mr. Yuy! Mr. Yuy!" A nurse yelled, racing down the hall to catch up with them. She held a clipboard in her hand and a downhearted expression on her face. Reaching them, she stopped to take a deep breath before speaking, "Sir.. I-I'm sorry but.. Mr. Maxwell.. Has just passed away."
End of Chapter
If you'll stop reading because of deathficness, please im or e-mail me!