Disclaimer: Okay. If I owned this there would be a lot more yaoi and A LOT
less Relena.
Grinning Reaper: Arigatou reviewers!! ::bows:: Thank you so much for you lovely reviews!! All you encouragement really helps!! ::heart::
Wufei: -_- Her father has bought her a pack of pixie stix..
Grinning Reaper: This chappie is uber sappy. (RHYMED!) Because I just came from reading DVG's Fic 'Of Blood and Tears' (OH MY GAWD THAT IS SO GOOD READ IT!)
Duo: Ahm...I think that we should start writing...
Trowa: Twowa....? What the hell?
Chapter 8:Horizon
I walk quietly down the hall so as not to wake the others. It's late at night. Maybe around midnight or so. I'm not sure why I got up. Something inside me felt unsettled. Wary, the way I felt before a battle. Even now as I'm silently going down the stairs I feel the adrenaline rising in the back of my brain. Something isn't right. I walk in to the kitchen. There isn't anything there. I hear a muffled whimper from the living room. I tense and inch toward the noise ready to spring and attack. I creep in silently and pause in the doorway. Quatre is standing underneath a pale silver shaft of moonlight, rubbing his right shoulder and shaking slightly. The light shines brightly and steadily on him making him seem paler than ever. He is wearing those white pajamas again. I gaze him up and down. Something is the matter with him. He looks worse that he ever has before. My eyes widen as I take a closer look at him. I can see his ribs through his shirt. I come up behind him. His eyes have rings around them and look like they're about to cry at any second.
"You're awake." I say softly. He starts slightly and then turns around to face me. He tries to smile brightly but it only looks forced. I glare at him. He wasn't fooling me.
"I am." He says softly.
"Why?" I asked. It was an innocent question enough but for what ever his reasons Quatre bursts in to tears.
"I-I miss them Heero." He admits amongst hiccupping sobs.
"Them?" I echo.
"Trowa and Wufei. I m-miss them." Quatre begins to scrub his eyes with the back of his hands.
"Wufei is still here with us though." I say as gently as I knew how. Quatre sniffles slightly.
"Not the Wufei I used to know. He just some kind of shell; to me he's just as dead as Trowa." He says bitterly.
"You said that Trowa wasn't dead though." I pointed out. "You would always say that you wouldn't believe it until you had proof." Quatre laughed sadly.
"Who am I kidding? You all knew that he was dead. I just kept denying it. I need to grow up and see things for what they are."
"Stop talking like that." I said firmly. "The Quatre I know doesn't think like that. Do you want the others to think that you're dead like Trowa too?" I demanded. Quatre blinked at me in surprise and another tear rolled down his cheek. I tried to think of what to do. I had never been in a situation like this. If some one around me started to cry I would walk away. But there's no walking away now. Quatre wouldn't let me. I asked myself what would he do in this case. Hug the person that is crying I suppose. I reach out to him and wrap my arms loosely around his waist. It wasn't meant to be sexual. Embraces of that sort were easier. Quatre buried his face in my shoulder and a shudder ran through him.
"Can we go to bed now?" He asks softly. I shake my head.
"No. I want you to eat something first." I answer suddenly very aware that I could feel each individual rib through his shirt. In all the times that I had been intimate with him and seen his chest and his stomach and his legs, I hadn't noticed. How had the others let him get this bad? How did I let him get this bad?
"I c-c-can't eat Heero." He stammers.
"Bullshit." I say, lifting him off his tiny little feet. I make my way to the kitchen. Once I'm in there I let him down but I keep holding on to his shirtsleeve incase he tries to get away. I heat some soup that was left over from yesterday and give it to him. He pushes the bowl away. With a tiny growl of frustration I pull him down so he's sitting on my knees and wrap an arm around him so both of his arms are pinned. I take a spoonful of the soup and prod at his lips with it.
"Heero..." He says wearily. As his mouth opens I use it as an opportunity to put the spoon in it.
"Eat." I tell him, taking another spoonful and trying to get him to swallow. He obliges and takes more spoonfuls before refusing again.
"No more." He says turning his head to the side. "I can't eat it anymore. I'm gonna be sick." There were no more that three more mouthfuls left in the bowl.
"Finish it." I said. "There isn't much left. You have to finish it. The reason that you're feeling sick is because your body isn't used to eating this much food at once. It hasn't in a long time. But if you don't start eating enough then you'll starve." Quatre looks uncertain for a few moments before taking the spoon into his mouth again. He forces down the rest of his soup and at last I let him go. With a heavy sigh he rests his head on my shoulder and kisses my cheek.
"I finished it." He notes. I nodded my head. He smiles thinly up at me. "I feel much better now. Thank you." I shrug and tuck my chin in the curve of his neck. It happens so suddenly. I'm kissing him again and now we're both stumbling toward my room. Sound, touch, taste, sight and smell all seem to blur together and some point into one big swirl. He's terribly warm. His breathless laughter mingles with my groans as I pushed in and out of him and what seems like eternities later, he's drifting off to sleep beside me.
I can't seem to sleep. There is still that feeling of a rising battle inside me. That danger that took away Trowa will come again. And I think that their return is just on the horizon.
Duo: ... ... ... Well. That was different.
Grinning Reaper: Sorry sorry sorryness so sorry. My friend threatened me with bodily harm that if I didn't write a some what lemon then she'd beat me up. I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!!!!!
Quatre: Yes, please don't...
Wufei: ::in a dead faint::
Duo: Heyyy....how come I didn't get to be in a lemon!?!
Grinning Reaper: Because my friend happens to be a 1x4 fan. ^,^; I might make a lemon for you in Not Your Average Kung Fu Moive....
Everyone else: NO!!!!!!!
Grinning Reaper: ::sighs:: Well what I wrote was really more lime-ish any- hoo.ahm.....r&r mmkay?
Grinning Reaper: Arigatou reviewers!! ::bows:: Thank you so much for you lovely reviews!! All you encouragement really helps!! ::heart::
Wufei: -_- Her father has bought her a pack of pixie stix..
Grinning Reaper: This chappie is uber sappy. (RHYMED!) Because I just came from reading DVG's Fic 'Of Blood and Tears' (OH MY GAWD THAT IS SO GOOD READ IT!)
Duo: Ahm...I think that we should start writing...
Trowa: Twowa....? What the hell?
Chapter 8:Horizon
I walk quietly down the hall so as not to wake the others. It's late at night. Maybe around midnight or so. I'm not sure why I got up. Something inside me felt unsettled. Wary, the way I felt before a battle. Even now as I'm silently going down the stairs I feel the adrenaline rising in the back of my brain. Something isn't right. I walk in to the kitchen. There isn't anything there. I hear a muffled whimper from the living room. I tense and inch toward the noise ready to spring and attack. I creep in silently and pause in the doorway. Quatre is standing underneath a pale silver shaft of moonlight, rubbing his right shoulder and shaking slightly. The light shines brightly and steadily on him making him seem paler than ever. He is wearing those white pajamas again. I gaze him up and down. Something is the matter with him. He looks worse that he ever has before. My eyes widen as I take a closer look at him. I can see his ribs through his shirt. I come up behind him. His eyes have rings around them and look like they're about to cry at any second.
"You're awake." I say softly. He starts slightly and then turns around to face me. He tries to smile brightly but it only looks forced. I glare at him. He wasn't fooling me.
"I am." He says softly.
"Why?" I asked. It was an innocent question enough but for what ever his reasons Quatre bursts in to tears.
"I-I miss them Heero." He admits amongst hiccupping sobs.
"Them?" I echo.
"Trowa and Wufei. I m-miss them." Quatre begins to scrub his eyes with the back of his hands.
"Wufei is still here with us though." I say as gently as I knew how. Quatre sniffles slightly.
"Not the Wufei I used to know. He just some kind of shell; to me he's just as dead as Trowa." He says bitterly.
"You said that Trowa wasn't dead though." I pointed out. "You would always say that you wouldn't believe it until you had proof." Quatre laughed sadly.
"Who am I kidding? You all knew that he was dead. I just kept denying it. I need to grow up and see things for what they are."
"Stop talking like that." I said firmly. "The Quatre I know doesn't think like that. Do you want the others to think that you're dead like Trowa too?" I demanded. Quatre blinked at me in surprise and another tear rolled down his cheek. I tried to think of what to do. I had never been in a situation like this. If some one around me started to cry I would walk away. But there's no walking away now. Quatre wouldn't let me. I asked myself what would he do in this case. Hug the person that is crying I suppose. I reach out to him and wrap my arms loosely around his waist. It wasn't meant to be sexual. Embraces of that sort were easier. Quatre buried his face in my shoulder and a shudder ran through him.
"Can we go to bed now?" He asks softly. I shake my head.
"No. I want you to eat something first." I answer suddenly very aware that I could feel each individual rib through his shirt. In all the times that I had been intimate with him and seen his chest and his stomach and his legs, I hadn't noticed. How had the others let him get this bad? How did I let him get this bad?
"I c-c-can't eat Heero." He stammers.
"Bullshit." I say, lifting him off his tiny little feet. I make my way to the kitchen. Once I'm in there I let him down but I keep holding on to his shirtsleeve incase he tries to get away. I heat some soup that was left over from yesterday and give it to him. He pushes the bowl away. With a tiny growl of frustration I pull him down so he's sitting on my knees and wrap an arm around him so both of his arms are pinned. I take a spoonful of the soup and prod at his lips with it.
"Heero..." He says wearily. As his mouth opens I use it as an opportunity to put the spoon in it.
"Eat." I tell him, taking another spoonful and trying to get him to swallow. He obliges and takes more spoonfuls before refusing again.
"No more." He says turning his head to the side. "I can't eat it anymore. I'm gonna be sick." There were no more that three more mouthfuls left in the bowl.
"Finish it." I said. "There isn't much left. You have to finish it. The reason that you're feeling sick is because your body isn't used to eating this much food at once. It hasn't in a long time. But if you don't start eating enough then you'll starve." Quatre looks uncertain for a few moments before taking the spoon into his mouth again. He forces down the rest of his soup and at last I let him go. With a heavy sigh he rests his head on my shoulder and kisses my cheek.
"I finished it." He notes. I nodded my head. He smiles thinly up at me. "I feel much better now. Thank you." I shrug and tuck my chin in the curve of his neck. It happens so suddenly. I'm kissing him again and now we're both stumbling toward my room. Sound, touch, taste, sight and smell all seem to blur together and some point into one big swirl. He's terribly warm. His breathless laughter mingles with my groans as I pushed in and out of him and what seems like eternities later, he's drifting off to sleep beside me.
I can't seem to sleep. There is still that feeling of a rising battle inside me. That danger that took away Trowa will come again. And I think that their return is just on the horizon.
Duo: ... ... ... Well. That was different.
Grinning Reaper: Sorry sorry sorryness so sorry. My friend threatened me with bodily harm that if I didn't write a some what lemon then she'd beat me up. I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!!!!!
Quatre: Yes, please don't...
Wufei: ::in a dead faint::
Duo: Heyyy....how come I didn't get to be in a lemon!?!
Grinning Reaper: Because my friend happens to be a 1x4 fan. ^,^; I might make a lemon for you in Not Your Average Kung Fu Moive....
Everyone else: NO!!!!!!!
Grinning Reaper: ::sighs:: Well what I wrote was really more lime-ish any- hoo.ahm.....r&r mmkay?