Silent Tears
Chapter 5: Hell's Flames Swept Me Away
Kattie
Note: This story takes place before Mr. Winner's death. ^.^ I just really like that father-son relationship.
Note: Emuri-chan.. Ouch. . Well, I know who this chapter ISN'T dedicated to. ::glomples:: JK, JK, you know I love you ::Glomples::. ^.~
Warning: Some shounen ai. ^^* Sorry if you dislike it. 1x2, 3x4.
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. (And Emuri for keeping me in line ^.~)
* Lyrics *
*Time through the rain has set me free
Sands of time will keep your memory*
Hiiro had sat motionless for nearly 3 hours. He stared straight ahead at the wall, his eyes transfixed on the beige paint. It seemed as though he was unable to even breathe and his heart had long ago stopped beating in his chest, matching the pace of Duo's.
Sitting next to him, Trowa couldn't think of a single word of comfort. In fact, he was sure that none existed. In such a situation, words were rendered completely useless. For he knew that, had it been his lover who had perished, there would be nothing in all of the universe that could bring him comfort.
His lover.. They'd have to tell Quatre eventually. He'd have to know of their deception. The thought of seeing Quatre's face after hearing the news was a stab directly into Trowa's heart.
"Quatre has to tell us who did this," Hiiro said abruptly, suddenly speaking after a long silence, "It doesn't matter if he's ready. We have to know," his fist was clenched so tight that his knuckles had faded into a bright white color, "So.. Duo can..rest.."
And then he was crying. Trowa had never seen his friend in tears before, but suddenly Hiiro was on the floor sobbing.
"Damn it," he said between sobs, "Why'd it have to be him? Why couldn't I die?"
Again, Trowa was at a loss for words. He could feel his own pain for Duo's loss, but knew that Hiiro's must have been a thousand times worse. Slowly, he kneeled down by Hiiro's side and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll go see if I can get Quatre to speak."
* Love everlasting fades away
Alive within your beatless heart*
Trowa crept quietly into Quatre's room, hoping not to wake him should he be sleeping. But Quatre's eyes were wide open and he smiled as Trowa approached.
"Hello, Quatre." Trowa said softly, sitting down on the side of his bed.
Kissing his lover gently on the cheek, Quatre continued to smile. He took Trowa's hand and held it tightly.
"Quatre, I have something.. I have to tell you.." Figuring it would be best to get it out as quickly as possible so that Quatre wouldn't have to wonder over the horror before it was given, Trowa spoke his next words very quickly. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done. "Duo is dead."
For a moment, Quatre looked thoughtful, pondering over what Trowa had just said. It made Trowa's heart ache.
But then, something strange happened. He gave Trowa a small smile and shook his head slowly from left to right.
* Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love*
Trowa was crying before he even realized he'd reached that point in his sadness. "No, Quatre... He IS dead.."
Calmly, Quatre took his lover into his arms and held him tightly. He rocked Trowa back and fourth as the brunette began to sob.
"I'm sorry, Quatre," Trowa said quietly, "His head injury.. They couldn't stop the bleeding."
Still Quatre said "no".
* My fallen tears
Are piling up on the winds of time*
Hiiro entered with a nurse walking very close to his side, asking him if he were all right and telling him about a free counseling the hospital offered for relatives of departed patients. His face was tear-stained and he looked as though he would stop breathing at any moment to join Duo.
"We also have a chapel on the first floor," the nurse continued, "It might make you feel better."
"I'm fine," Hiiro snapped, "I'm sure there are other people you can give this speech to."
For a moment the nurse was silent and stood motionless. Then she nodded. "If you need to talk to anyone don't hesitate to ask for assistance." She bowed and left the room.
Hiiro had his eyes fixed in a death glare. "As though this were a department store." He grumbled.
Standing, Trowa walked over to Hiiro and whispered in his ear, "I told him."
His eyes wandering over Quatre's face, Hiiro turned back to look at Trowa. "He doesn't seem..upset.."
"He doesn't believe me." Trowa explained. A pain shot through his heart at the memory.
Shaking his head, Hiiro walked up to the side of the bed. "Quatre, Duo is dead," he said bluntly, as though he wasn't hearing what he was saying, "You need to tell us who attacked you. Who killed him, Quatre?"
Again, Quatre just shook his head slowly from side to side.
"Damn it, Quatre!" Hiiro yelled, slamming his fist on the space beside Quatre, "I was him! They took his body to the morgue! He's dead!"
Still Quatre answered a "no" with a slight movement of his head.
"It doesn't matter what you think," Hiiro continued, "You need to tell us who attacked you! You have to tell us, Quatre!"
A melancholy expression forming on Quatre's face, he nodded to his friend. Opening his mouth, he tried once more to produce a sound. "Nn.." He managed before falling into a coughing fit.
"Try again!" Hiiro instructed, "You have to tell us!"
Between coughs and gasps for air, Quatre attempted to speak once more. However, with his second try in less than a minute, he was unable to produce even the shortest syllable. His coughing grew worse and soon he was fighting for air, clutching a hand to his chest as he took as deep a breaths as he could between coughs.
"Are you all right, Quatre?" Trowa asked, putting a hand to his lover's chest.
Quatre's eyes were watering from lack of breath and the hand at his chest looked as though it might rip through the flesh at any second. (1)
"We need a nurse!" Trowa yelled, his voice carrying through the hallway. "It'll be okay, Quatre. Hang in there."
End of Chapter
(1) Actually, I'm describing an asthma attack. ^^****
Chapter 5: Hell's Flames Swept Me Away
Kattie
Note: This story takes place before Mr. Winner's death. ^.^ I just really like that father-son relationship.
Note: Emuri-chan.. Ouch. . Well, I know who this chapter ISN'T dedicated to. ::glomples:: JK, JK, you know I love you ::Glomples::. ^.~
Warning: Some shounen ai. ^^* Sorry if you dislike it. 1x2, 3x4.
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. (And Emuri for keeping me in line ^.~)
* Lyrics *
*Time through the rain has set me free
Sands of time will keep your memory*
Hiiro had sat motionless for nearly 3 hours. He stared straight ahead at the wall, his eyes transfixed on the beige paint. It seemed as though he was unable to even breathe and his heart had long ago stopped beating in his chest, matching the pace of Duo's.
Sitting next to him, Trowa couldn't think of a single word of comfort. In fact, he was sure that none existed. In such a situation, words were rendered completely useless. For he knew that, had it been his lover who had perished, there would be nothing in all of the universe that could bring him comfort.
His lover.. They'd have to tell Quatre eventually. He'd have to know of their deception. The thought of seeing Quatre's face after hearing the news was a stab directly into Trowa's heart.
"Quatre has to tell us who did this," Hiiro said abruptly, suddenly speaking after a long silence, "It doesn't matter if he's ready. We have to know," his fist was clenched so tight that his knuckles had faded into a bright white color, "So.. Duo can..rest.."
And then he was crying. Trowa had never seen his friend in tears before, but suddenly Hiiro was on the floor sobbing.
"Damn it," he said between sobs, "Why'd it have to be him? Why couldn't I die?"
Again, Trowa was at a loss for words. He could feel his own pain for Duo's loss, but knew that Hiiro's must have been a thousand times worse. Slowly, he kneeled down by Hiiro's side and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll go see if I can get Quatre to speak."
* Love everlasting fades away
Alive within your beatless heart*
Trowa crept quietly into Quatre's room, hoping not to wake him should he be sleeping. But Quatre's eyes were wide open and he smiled as Trowa approached.
"Hello, Quatre." Trowa said softly, sitting down on the side of his bed.
Kissing his lover gently on the cheek, Quatre continued to smile. He took Trowa's hand and held it tightly.
"Quatre, I have something.. I have to tell you.." Figuring it would be best to get it out as quickly as possible so that Quatre wouldn't have to wonder over the horror before it was given, Trowa spoke his next words very quickly. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done. "Duo is dead."
For a moment, Quatre looked thoughtful, pondering over what Trowa had just said. It made Trowa's heart ache.
But then, something strange happened. He gave Trowa a small smile and shook his head slowly from left to right.
* Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love*
Trowa was crying before he even realized he'd reached that point in his sadness. "No, Quatre... He IS dead.."
Calmly, Quatre took his lover into his arms and held him tightly. He rocked Trowa back and fourth as the brunette began to sob.
"I'm sorry, Quatre," Trowa said quietly, "His head injury.. They couldn't stop the bleeding."
Still Quatre said "no".
* My fallen tears
Are piling up on the winds of time*
Hiiro entered with a nurse walking very close to his side, asking him if he were all right and telling him about a free counseling the hospital offered for relatives of departed patients. His face was tear-stained and he looked as though he would stop breathing at any moment to join Duo.
"We also have a chapel on the first floor," the nurse continued, "It might make you feel better."
"I'm fine," Hiiro snapped, "I'm sure there are other people you can give this speech to."
For a moment the nurse was silent and stood motionless. Then she nodded. "If you need to talk to anyone don't hesitate to ask for assistance." She bowed and left the room.
Hiiro had his eyes fixed in a death glare. "As though this were a department store." He grumbled.
Standing, Trowa walked over to Hiiro and whispered in his ear, "I told him."
His eyes wandering over Quatre's face, Hiiro turned back to look at Trowa. "He doesn't seem..upset.."
"He doesn't believe me." Trowa explained. A pain shot through his heart at the memory.
Shaking his head, Hiiro walked up to the side of the bed. "Quatre, Duo is dead," he said bluntly, as though he wasn't hearing what he was saying, "You need to tell us who attacked you. Who killed him, Quatre?"
Again, Quatre just shook his head slowly from side to side.
"Damn it, Quatre!" Hiiro yelled, slamming his fist on the space beside Quatre, "I was him! They took his body to the morgue! He's dead!"
Still Quatre answered a "no" with a slight movement of his head.
"It doesn't matter what you think," Hiiro continued, "You need to tell us who attacked you! You have to tell us, Quatre!"
A melancholy expression forming on Quatre's face, he nodded to his friend. Opening his mouth, he tried once more to produce a sound. "Nn.." He managed before falling into a coughing fit.
"Try again!" Hiiro instructed, "You have to tell us!"
Between coughs and gasps for air, Quatre attempted to speak once more. However, with his second try in less than a minute, he was unable to produce even the shortest syllable. His coughing grew worse and soon he was fighting for air, clutching a hand to his chest as he took as deep a breaths as he could between coughs.
"Are you all right, Quatre?" Trowa asked, putting a hand to his lover's chest.
Quatre's eyes were watering from lack of breath and the hand at his chest looked as though it might rip through the flesh at any second. (1)
"We need a nurse!" Trowa yelled, his voice carrying through the hallway. "It'll be okay, Quatre. Hang in there."
End of Chapter
(1) Actually, I'm describing an asthma attack. ^^****