Will You Let Me Be Your Hero 3
Chapter 3
Quatre awoke to Dorothy's gentle fingers running through his hair.
"Hey, how are you doing," she asked softly, worry plainly carried through her voice.
"Not the best, but I suppose I'll survive," he replied sullenly. He stretched and looked over at her. She was sitting on the bed fully dressed. "Where are you off to?"
"Its a working day Quatre. I already called your office and told your secretery that you were not coming in today. Just take the day off and have some time for yourself. I was going to tell her longer, because you are about due for a vacation, but I knew you would never agree. So please, just do something for yourself today. Take your mind off things." She smiled at him.
Sighing,Quatre replied, "Ok, I will try to. Thanks Dorothy, you've been a big help to me. I appreciate it."
"Thats what friends do Quatre. Besides, no one likes to see you upset, you're just normally too cheerful for such things." She stood up and fixed her hair in the mirror. "Well, I'm off, should I expect you tonight?"
"No, I think I'm going to go home tonight." He watched as she left the room, and seconds later he heard the front door close. Rising from under the covers he went into the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror he assessed his appearance. In short, he found himself horrible looking. His hair was lax and drooped around his face. He had deep circles under his eyes and a sallow cast to his skin.
"Isn't love wonderful." He gave a sarcastic grin to himself and stepped into the shower. Turning the hot water tap all the way on, he felt the water go from shockingly cold to scorching hot. He let it run down around him and imagined that it was burning off his pain. Scorching the imprints and thoughts of her from his body.
Finally, when the water ran back down from hot to cold he got out. His skin was tinted a fairly vivid shade of red and he felt like he had survived a fire.
"Probably not the most intelligent thing I've done as of late," he mused to himself. "Of course, letting Relena go without telling her what I felt probably wouldn't make the list of brightest ideas either."
"So what am I going to do today?" he asked himself. "I could go into work, Dorothy wouldn't be happy about it, but she wouldn't say anything either." But when he thought about it, he really wasn't up to going into the office. It would be full of people glad to see him and he just wasn't in the mood where he would be glad to see anybody else.
Deciding he would just let the day drag him as it went he changed into a pair of casual slacks and a shirt. Locking the door behind him he blinked against the brightness of the colonies fake sun and walked to the parking garage.
Climbing into his car he decided to run home and catch up on some paperwork. It was work, but at least he was following Dorothy's wishes and not going into the office.
As he pulled into his apartment complex he saw a motorcycle that looked suspiciously like Duo's. However, there was no Duo to be found.
As he reached his apartment he was greeted by the sight of a long-braided man knocking on his door.
"Quatre, open up, its time to get up. I know you're not at the office, your secretery said you took the day off." He knocked on the door a few more times.
"If I was in there perhaps I would have answered," murmured Quatre wrly from behind Duo. The tall man jumped in surprise and turned around. "Your instincts have failed greatly Duo." Quatre smiled and unlocked his apartment.
"No need for them anymore. Didn't anyone ever tell you that it wasn't nice to sneak up on people?" asked Duo smiling. He followed Quatre into the apartment. He collapsed onto the couch and looked at Quatre.
"So what are you doing here Duo? Not that I'm not pleased to have your company. But shouldn't you be working also?" Quatre asked as he hung his keys on the hook by the wall and sorted through his mail. Placing the letters on his desk he walked over to his living area and sat in a chair next to the couch.
"Why I brought over the tapes from the reception. I don't know about you, but I was drunk enough that I don't remember what the heck I said for my speech. I want to see if I gave them a suitable monologue. At least suitable according to my standards anyway."
"I don't know Duo, I kind of have some papers to do," Quatre said lamely, trying to think up any excuses to where he would not have to watch the happy couple.
"Nice try Quatre. Its a day off, I'm not letting you do any paperwork." He got up and put the disc in the player. The screen opened up to a bunch of loud noise and laughter. Music was playing in the background but it was barely heard over the people in the reception hall. A microphone scratched and everone saw as Duo stood in front of it with a glass of vine in one hand.
He tapped on the microphone and cleared his throat. Slowly the room grew quieter. Finally when the buzz had died down he smiled.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen and people who like me who are really not gentlemen." He winked at the crowd. "I would like to take this time to congratulate the bride and groom and give them a few suggestions." The audience laughed and Duo continued. "As you all know, these two have had an interesting relationship. Heero runs, Relena follows, and Relena asks to be killed. Romance, i'm telling you." Relena blushed and hid behind her glass of wine. "But thats not important, basically I have two words that say everything, about time! Now, as long as you don't run in bed Heero, I have a feeling you will last for a long time. Everyone, a toast!" He raised his glass and everyone else followed suit. Duo hopped off the stage and thrust the microphone into Quatre's face.
Quatre looked irk for a second and Heero's face got a worried look for a second. But both expressions passed fleetingly. Standing, Quatre cleared his throat.
"Wow, what could I possibly say. I'm glad you both found happiness. The war was long and hard and any joys that came out of it are precious, to the world and to everyone here. Everyone wishes that they could have the same kind of joy you two have. Love is an important thing...but I'm rambling aren't I. I wish you two the best of luck. I wish that you may love each other and always appreciate each other for what you do and who you are inside. Congratulatons." He sat back down and handed the microphone off to someone else. The video continued like this through several more speeches and some dancing. Then the video came to an end.
"Well, darn, I didn't quite make a fool of myself," Duo laughed. "But at least I got a couple good comments in there."
Inside Quatre was relieved. He didn't say anything that he would regret later on. Although he detected a few veiled meanings in his words, hopefully everyone wouldn't notice though and just take the speech for face value.
"Why the glum look Quatre." Duo looked at him questioningly.
Shaking himself out of his reverie Quatre replied,"oh nothing, I'm just wondering when I'll ever find the right person." Inside he could only think that the only right person for him was Relena, and she was gone from his life. Taken away by Heero.
"What about Dorothy, you spend enough time with her, and I know you love her," questioned Duo.
"I love her as a friend, and thats the only way she loves me, we could never be anymore."
"Well cheer up my friend. There's someone out there somewhere, you'll find her one day." He stood up and grabbed the disc. "I must be off, Hilde's expecting me for lunch. You have fun today." He let himself out the door and Quatre heard his footsteps fading down the hall.
Quatre sighed and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes. He should have made Duo leave before he played the video. He didn't enjoy having the relive the event.
"Relena, why?" Finding himself fatigued, he slowly drifted to sleep.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Well, I know its been a long time, but finally I updated. sorry to all those who followed and expected a chapter out sooner than this. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 3
Quatre awoke to Dorothy's gentle fingers running through his hair.
"Hey, how are you doing," she asked softly, worry plainly carried through her voice.
"Not the best, but I suppose I'll survive," he replied sullenly. He stretched and looked over at her. She was sitting on the bed fully dressed. "Where are you off to?"
"Its a working day Quatre. I already called your office and told your secretery that you were not coming in today. Just take the day off and have some time for yourself. I was going to tell her longer, because you are about due for a vacation, but I knew you would never agree. So please, just do something for yourself today. Take your mind off things." She smiled at him.
Sighing,Quatre replied, "Ok, I will try to. Thanks Dorothy, you've been a big help to me. I appreciate it."
"Thats what friends do Quatre. Besides, no one likes to see you upset, you're just normally too cheerful for such things." She stood up and fixed her hair in the mirror. "Well, I'm off, should I expect you tonight?"
"No, I think I'm going to go home tonight." He watched as she left the room, and seconds later he heard the front door close. Rising from under the covers he went into the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror he assessed his appearance. In short, he found himself horrible looking. His hair was lax and drooped around his face. He had deep circles under his eyes and a sallow cast to his skin.
"Isn't love wonderful." He gave a sarcastic grin to himself and stepped into the shower. Turning the hot water tap all the way on, he felt the water go from shockingly cold to scorching hot. He let it run down around him and imagined that it was burning off his pain. Scorching the imprints and thoughts of her from his body.
Finally, when the water ran back down from hot to cold he got out. His skin was tinted a fairly vivid shade of red and he felt like he had survived a fire.
"Probably not the most intelligent thing I've done as of late," he mused to himself. "Of course, letting Relena go without telling her what I felt probably wouldn't make the list of brightest ideas either."
"So what am I going to do today?" he asked himself. "I could go into work, Dorothy wouldn't be happy about it, but she wouldn't say anything either." But when he thought about it, he really wasn't up to going into the office. It would be full of people glad to see him and he just wasn't in the mood where he would be glad to see anybody else.
Deciding he would just let the day drag him as it went he changed into a pair of casual slacks and a shirt. Locking the door behind him he blinked against the brightness of the colonies fake sun and walked to the parking garage.
Climbing into his car he decided to run home and catch up on some paperwork. It was work, but at least he was following Dorothy's wishes and not going into the office.
As he pulled into his apartment complex he saw a motorcycle that looked suspiciously like Duo's. However, there was no Duo to be found.
As he reached his apartment he was greeted by the sight of a long-braided man knocking on his door.
"Quatre, open up, its time to get up. I know you're not at the office, your secretery said you took the day off." He knocked on the door a few more times.
"If I was in there perhaps I would have answered," murmured Quatre wrly from behind Duo. The tall man jumped in surprise and turned around. "Your instincts have failed greatly Duo." Quatre smiled and unlocked his apartment.
"No need for them anymore. Didn't anyone ever tell you that it wasn't nice to sneak up on people?" asked Duo smiling. He followed Quatre into the apartment. He collapsed onto the couch and looked at Quatre.
"So what are you doing here Duo? Not that I'm not pleased to have your company. But shouldn't you be working also?" Quatre asked as he hung his keys on the hook by the wall and sorted through his mail. Placing the letters on his desk he walked over to his living area and sat in a chair next to the couch.
"Why I brought over the tapes from the reception. I don't know about you, but I was drunk enough that I don't remember what the heck I said for my speech. I want to see if I gave them a suitable monologue. At least suitable according to my standards anyway."
"I don't know Duo, I kind of have some papers to do," Quatre said lamely, trying to think up any excuses to where he would not have to watch the happy couple.
"Nice try Quatre. Its a day off, I'm not letting you do any paperwork." He got up and put the disc in the player. The screen opened up to a bunch of loud noise and laughter. Music was playing in the background but it was barely heard over the people in the reception hall. A microphone scratched and everone saw as Duo stood in front of it with a glass of vine in one hand.
He tapped on the microphone and cleared his throat. Slowly the room grew quieter. Finally when the buzz had died down he smiled.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen and people who like me who are really not gentlemen." He winked at the crowd. "I would like to take this time to congratulate the bride and groom and give them a few suggestions." The audience laughed and Duo continued. "As you all know, these two have had an interesting relationship. Heero runs, Relena follows, and Relena asks to be killed. Romance, i'm telling you." Relena blushed and hid behind her glass of wine. "But thats not important, basically I have two words that say everything, about time! Now, as long as you don't run in bed Heero, I have a feeling you will last for a long time. Everyone, a toast!" He raised his glass and everyone else followed suit. Duo hopped off the stage and thrust the microphone into Quatre's face.
Quatre looked irk for a second and Heero's face got a worried look for a second. But both expressions passed fleetingly. Standing, Quatre cleared his throat.
"Wow, what could I possibly say. I'm glad you both found happiness. The war was long and hard and any joys that came out of it are precious, to the world and to everyone here. Everyone wishes that they could have the same kind of joy you two have. Love is an important thing...but I'm rambling aren't I. I wish you two the best of luck. I wish that you may love each other and always appreciate each other for what you do and who you are inside. Congratulatons." He sat back down and handed the microphone off to someone else. The video continued like this through several more speeches and some dancing. Then the video came to an end.
"Well, darn, I didn't quite make a fool of myself," Duo laughed. "But at least I got a couple good comments in there."
Inside Quatre was relieved. He didn't say anything that he would regret later on. Although he detected a few veiled meanings in his words, hopefully everyone wouldn't notice though and just take the speech for face value.
"Why the glum look Quatre." Duo looked at him questioningly.
Shaking himself out of his reverie Quatre replied,"oh nothing, I'm just wondering when I'll ever find the right person." Inside he could only think that the only right person for him was Relena, and she was gone from his life. Taken away by Heero.
"What about Dorothy, you spend enough time with her, and I know you love her," questioned Duo.
"I love her as a friend, and thats the only way she loves me, we could never be anymore."
"Well cheer up my friend. There's someone out there somewhere, you'll find her one day." He stood up and grabbed the disc. "I must be off, Hilde's expecting me for lunch. You have fun today." He let himself out the door and Quatre heard his footsteps fading down the hall.
Quatre sighed and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes. He should have made Duo leave before he played the video. He didn't enjoy having the relive the event.
"Relena, why?" Finding himself fatigued, he slowly drifted to sleep.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Well, I know its been a long time, but finally I updated. sorry to all those who followed and expected a chapter out sooner than this. Thanks for reading!