A Diamond So Dark...
Occurrences after Mercy's Sacrifice and the Sequel
Disclaimer: We do not own anything affiliated with Gundam Wing or its creations. Angela does own the plot and in helping, I revised and wrote the story. A joint creation. Any original characters along with Blacke Diamond sprung from either her or my own minds.
~+~ Chapter 6 ~+~ Does the Game *Have* Rules?
Duo opened his eyes tiredly and looked about himself again, this had to be the hundredth time he'd woken up in just a few hours. Or so he thought. Last time he awoke, it was nearly dinner and Wufei hardly disregarded him with anything but forced patience; the young American youth found himself quickly and easily bored, not entertained with much of anything. Pain shot through the entire of his chest and his leg, though it wasn't as bad and he was mainly suffering the pains of pushing it while in escape, yet he didn't really regret it all that much. Yet now, the sky was a deep, navy-hued, star-studded blanket that covered the sleeping earth until the morning should rise and bring to life once more destiny's song. "Wow, I really slept..." Yawning, he only winced slightly and forced himself up to lean against the headboard; Duo gazing out the window at the silent night, the tree branches barren as each swayed gently in the icy night breeze, the grass dead if not dying and the street lamps not reaching the back of the house, for the safe house lay on the outskirts of the town.
Other thoughts ran through his mind, he knew how Trowa and Wufei faired, oh he knew too well how Wufei faired and the young warrior declared that had Duo not been injured, he would be greatly by the Chinese boy's hand and will. Yet what of Heero? He'd had an update, the boy hadn't worsened and just slightly gotten better, yet he was still watched over like a hawk and Quatre was, unfortunately, still held captive. "Take care lil' buddy, we're tryin' to get you out." This he spoke to the night sky, yet after a few minutes of silence, he realized that even he couldn't remain that ignorant to his own body's needs and big kids didn't really "wet the bed". Carefully putting his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbing for the crutches, he hoisted himself tiredly and rather clumsily up onto them, slowly again getting used to them and making his way from the room and down the hall, yet a soft light from Trowa's room caught his attention and the youth took a detour on the way to the bathroom.
Looking into the room, he found that Heero lay limply and pale upon the bed, his features that were seen were found speckled with bruises as the rest of his body that was still seen from under the blankets was wrapped in white bandages. He was strong, no doubt, but right now he almost seemed so weak, so vulnerable, so fragile. Like a glass figurine. Trowa himself didn't look all that well, he was leaner and slightly paler than normal, his features tired and strained as his eyes that once held a steel nerve now just asked for rest, dulled of even that calm composure. Yet the silent youth worked on, checking the bandages every now and then, rewetting and applying the cold, wet cloth to draw away a fever, the flush slowly disappearing in the Japanese boy's cheeks. With a tired and sympathetic smile, Duo but leaned against the doorway and spoke in a voice, warm and just as concerned yet knowing tone, his voice just above a whisper. "Man, that guy puts himself through so much to get the rest of us out of it and he still hasn't learned where he'll end up."
Turning swiftly at the new voice, for the warrior had fallen asleep hours ago and Duo was to be asleep, he allowed himself a small smile to pull at the corners of his lips. "That he does, but I doubt he's been this bad since he self destructed. I thought you were sleeping... did you need anything Duo?" Rising with reluctance and forced motions, the boy stood and watched the American shake his head with a soft chuckle, he appeared to be feeling better.
"Naw man, I've got it. Just got tired of laying down and kinda had to use the bathroom, but I still ain't gotten there.." With a soft whimper in the end, he only smirked when the ladder shook his head with a smirk, Duo leaning on the crutches and his right leg slightly bent and lifted so that it could rest.
"That's a personal problem I'm making you deal with on your own."
"Well gee, thanks. I feel loved now."
"You're a big boy, you can take care of it I'm sure." Casually he spoke with a gentle grin, pulling the blankets up to rest over Heero's shoulders and neck, he taking his spot in the chair again and sighing in weariness. He'd switch watch later with Wufei over the boy, up until Heero was out of the "danger zone". That, and he doubted he could sleep anyway, his mind a mass confusion of worry and concern for Quatre's well being.
"Heh... thanks a lot. So, has he woken up yet since we've gotten back?" Inquiring softly as the Japanese boy began to stir, his soft moans of pain almost pleading for it to be taken, he silenced himself hastily.
"Only once in full... just after you fell asleep the last time." Standing and taking the rag in hand, he again re-soaked the cloth and wrung it so that it lay damp, tracing it carefully over the boy's features as he quietly shushed him with a reassurance, soon laying the rag across his cooling forehead and as he watched the boy calm momentarily.
Again, Heero slowly pulled from unconsciousness, his body so sore yet the gentle warmth and comfort about him helped somewhat, the cold cloth over his features all too welcome as he stopped his movements, yet did not sleep again. Forcing his eyes to flutter open slowly, his glazed depths gazed about at the various shapes in the room, recognizing Trowa's faint outline but his vision wasn't clear. His body wracked with coughs as he parted his lips to speak, Heero's eyes squeezed shut as he tried to quell and stop each one, finally choking them back as his ribs weren't ready for his shallow breathing, let alone the coughing.
Duo make his way into the room, using his right leg somewhat so that it didn't grow stiff and hurt worse later, standing by Trowa's and Heero's side. "Heya man, take it easy now. You went to hell and back it looks like."
Slowly, the Japanese youth regained discipline over his body and calmed himself, looking up to see Duo as he blinked back the haziness, lips parting again to speak in disregard for the crutches he used and small yet visible enough bruises he too sported. "D-duo?"
"I'm here, take it easy. Just relax man, you've done enough." Smiling kindly and sympathetically, he felt still so bad that Heero took all that, man he looked like crap.
Nodding softly and looking back to Trowa, he didn't really dare to speak again, the words throwing him into a coughing frenzy as it only hurt him further. Yet still, he now grew greatly fatigued, his throat raw and dry as was him mouth, his eyes asking of the boy yet not knowing if he'd understand. Forcing himself to swallow hard, he winced and just closed his eyes, neither seemed to be understanding and maybe if he could just fall asleep, he'd forget about it.
Duo watched Heero's movements, knowing they weren't for nothing. "He's wantin' something Trowa..."
"I know, but what Heero? I don't understand." Softly he spoke, the second youth turning to look again, seemingly to the once more empty glass. "Water? Something to drink?" Catching his soft nod, he only sighed at Duo's laughter and took the glass, making his way to the small kitchenette.
Snickering, he turned to his friend again. "Man, you've got that guy trained." Quelling his laughter at his friend's distraught gaze, he sighed and cocked his head slightly as though in question. Duo knew the boy hurt, but his mind seemed to be on another subject. "You're worried for Quatre.. aren't you?" Catching his small nod, he almost spoke yet Trowa interrupted him easily.
"He's just sleeping Heero, it appears you and he both share this cold and he's taken his own, few injuries. Quatre's sleeping fine and peacefully right now, he just needs to rest as do you." Quickly he stopped Duo's words, making his way again to Heero's side and setting the water down, lifting the boy and ignoring his few and pained groans along with his gasps, cradling the youth's shoulders in his arms. Again reaching for the glass, he spared Duo a warning glare that he was to play along, taking the glass and guiding it to the lips of the wanting yet very exhausted young man. And again, Heero struggled to life his hands to hold the glass himself, yet this time he took the water slower and gradually.
Duo was stunned a moment, then gazed on at Heero's vulnerable form and knew Trowa's reasoning in the lie. Sighing softly and forcing a small smile, he too nodded and watched the youth who appeared childish in his manner, yet it was the best he could really do right now. "Yeah buddy, dun worry about Quatre, he's takin' it easy like you should be. That kid got it easy compared to us, heck, I got it easy compared to you. You just relax and heal up, we'll need you but seriously, right now I really have to use the bathroom guys." Catching a soft chuckle from Trowa and a momentary stop of the drinking from Heero, he only laughed softly himself and made his way to his destination.
As the boy again finished his drinking and let his hands fall in a tired manner, once more leaning heavily against him and falling into unconsciousness, Trowa put the glass down and drew the blankets up and over the boy again, smirking as he lay within his arms and slept. He couldn't get too used to this though, they still had a war going on.
~£~
Quatre lay in the corner near the back wall, just across from the command chair, a.k.a. "thrown", of Kayura. His back was aflame and his body tired, his cold growing worse as he stifled another fit of coughs in the darkened and empty room. A command consul lay beside him, yet the classical shackles chained to the wall with the chains rather short, did not even come close to allowing him any access. So the youth gave up on any idea there, he was still so very tired, his shallow breathing echoing in the metal room, the walls cold and foreboding. "Please be well my friends..." Speaking to the darkness, he caught the echoing footsteps making their way towards the room he occupied, couldn't he at least rest? Gaining his footing, he was forced to squint against the harsh light that flickered on without warning, blinding him momentarily. Looking up when a grip was on his arm, he found it to be a lean and tall woman like Kayura, only her features were emotionless and uncaring, or so they seemed. Her hair was a silvery black, her eyes a soft violet-blue yet they had a cutting iciness to them. "Wh-what do you want with me now?"
Kayura entered as well, flopping down in her chair in a could-care-less attitude as she looked up, her patience wearing thin and her voice with a surfacing venom. "These incompetent fools wouldn't know their asses from a hole in the ground..."
Danya spoke at this, adviser and next in command to Kayura, the young woman bowing and speaking without emotion or remorse. "You are displeased My Lady?"
Growling and tossing her hair from her eyes, nails tapping the armrest of her chair, Kayura shot up at her subordinate. "Displeased?! Ha!" Growing impatient with everyone, a smirk crossed her features as the youth cringed in Danya's grip, this young boy amused her with his struggles. "Well well, I grow bored... maybe we can have a little fun." Looking over the assortment of new drugs to be tested on the prisoners when she found the time between the pathetic leaders of their organization and the strikes against the other two foundations, one caught her eyes. "This one is interesting, let's try it." Picking up the syringe that held a neon green substance, the syringe full and it said to be a hallucinogen, it was time to put the drug to the test. "What do you fear? We'll find out soon."
Now backing up and pulling from Danya who held him tighter, surprisingly strong for a woman like herself, Quatre struggled to break free. "N-no.. what is that!?" He didn't know what it was and he truly didn't feel like being a lab rat either. Yet, he was forced into submission when the young woman twisted his left arm sharply behind his back, nearly to the point of breaking.
"This little helper will bring to life your worst fears and your wildest nightmares, though it's never been tested. Consider yourself lucky child, you get to be the first." Pulling out his arm as he struggled weakly but stubbornly, she injected the substance quickly into his arm, just a small dosage yet she didn't know what effect it would have on him.
Quatre winced and pulled back, dropping to his knees and pulling back from both women, he listened to Kayura's cold laughter as his world began to become a swirling void of shadows. What was happening to him? What was *going* to happen to him? Leaning heavily against the steel wall as the footsteps retreated and echoed in the room, his own world began faded into one of darkness and torment, fear burning brightly in his eyes. It'd be a long night.
~£~
Wufei opened his eyes in reluctance as the sunlight fell over him, though he was actually surprised. Trowa was supposed to have woken up him during the early morning hours and gone to sleep himself. If he was trying to pull this alone per his usual self, though Wufei knew he did the same thing often, then it was getting to the boy too much. Maybe in the past five days that boy had gotten nearly 9 hours of sleep, not enough considering what they were still doing. This was supposed to be a break.
A groan escaped the young warrior's lips as he pushed himself from the couch, making his way reluctantly but knowing towards Heero's room, turning his gaze to the bed. What met his sight was not expected, but *better* than what he'd expected. Trowa lay on the floor, sprawled out in his own manner and used his arm as a pillow, a blanket falling over his body as the pair of crutches leaned against the nightstand, Duo having taken over for Trowa and was just pulling the rag back from Heero's paled features and draped it over the side of the bowl. "Maxwell, what are you doing up?"
A small wave and smirk were given the warrior's way, the American youth motioning for the second to be silent as Heero stirred more often to the softest noises, man he was getting his strength back quickly. Holding his movements as the Japanese boy again fell asleep, soon Duo continued with his movements, recovering the boy in full and looking back up. "Trowa finally kinda passed out on the floor, and you looked and still look like you could sleep for another few months. So, are we all going with the "Quatre's resting" story?"
Sighing, Wufei entered, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms before his chest, he nodded. "Heero's overprotective enough as it is and he'll hurt himself further if he knew Quatre didn't come back. This way, he'll rest and we're trying to get Quatre back before Heero ever finds out. Hopefully, it's the best for both of them."
Groaning when he tried to stand and forgot about his leg, the youth decided it was smarter to sit in the chair and just stay there. After a few moments hesitation, he spoke quietly, and hopefully yet not too much, he didn't want to get his hopes up too far. "Do we even know where to look for Quatre? I mean, I doubt they left anything for us to follow."
"We'll find him Duo, you leave that to us, you worry about healing."
"Holy crap!" His voice was a soft hiss of astonishment.
"What now?" In slight irritation, Wufei eyed him.
"Y-you just called me Duo!"
"So?"
"It's always been Maxwell this or Maxwell that. This time it was Duo!"
Rolling his eyes and sighing in defeat, Wufei gave up trying to ever understand this child. He was confusing even to himself. "Duo, just.."
"You did it again!" With laughter, he quickly interrupted.
"Stop already!" Voice rising beyond its composure, the youth calmed himself instantly as Heero stirred further, a soft groan escaping the boy's lips. His mind fell within its own thoughts, being concerned about the Arabian youth's well being and health. Something just didn't seem right and the young warrior only hoped he was fairing well, they needed to get him and get him out of there as soon as possible. When Trowa was up to strength again or could hold out on his own with both of these boys, Wufei would go and challenge Kayura for Quatre's freedom. ~£~
Kayura watched with soft laughter as the boy before her finally stopped his movements, collapsing to his knees as his hands fell to his sides. Well, that new chemical was definitely a keeper. His screams still echoed in the walls about her as Danya had returned her to work at the consul, his struggles finally stopping as the night passed away. It may have worked all too well, for she just barely gave that child a small amount, yet maybe, just maybe she'd keep him around even longer.
Panting heavily and trembling with utter fear, the intelligent youth felt the sweat roll from his thin and lean features, tears falling from his eyes to mingle with the sweat. His clothes stuck to every portion of his body that they dare touch, his physique cringing back further and further into the corner, his back now numb to any of his earlier pains. Quatre had seen so much and hated ever last second of the torment, his worst fears and nightmares brought to lift, tossed and merged with horrific scenes he knew not of, yet they must have been in some portion of his mind to be able to put him through that hell. Voice hoarse as his throat was now raw and aflame, the young boy pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms shakily about them, lowering his head as his once bright blue eyes were now dulled and he dared not close them. He didn't want to see it over again. 'Please come soon Wufei, be careful but I can't stay here any longer... I don't want to.'
Looking over the pathetic form, yet he was oh so entertaining, Kayura, grabbed up another syringe and handed it to Danya who seemed almost instantly at her side when the first and elder woman barely flinched. "Here, give him the sedative, I need to see if I can't go and settle these blundering idiots who can't stop their feeble squabbles over who messed up what and where."
With the same indifference as before, Danya nodded and took the syringe, watching the boy's head shoot up with fear as he tried to back away, shaking his head slightly from side to side.
Quatre hadn't caught much of what they'd said but the new syringe that Kayura's assistant held in her hand sent him into another whirlwind of terror and fear. He couldn't do this, he didn't want to experience anything else. Yet he also didn't have the energy to really rebel, he could barely stand up on his knees, let alone gain his feet. Forcing the words to speak airily from his throat, the youth's tender lips parted to shape them quickly and beg, he didn't have to act anymore, he was truly scared of what else lay in store for him. "No... plea..." The youth couldn't finish the word before it gave out into air, he trying to pull away as Danya wrenched his arm forward, pumping the amber-golden liquid into his body. Finally pulling from her as she let him go, the youth couldn't help but feel severely tired and worn now, any and all energy he had left disappearing. In a final attempt, Quatre felt himself slowly loose control over his motions again, the sedative. As long as it didn't do anything else to him, he'd dealt with this before. Laying down on the mat and allowing himself to stretch out slightly, the youth lost all energy that he had left, no longer having the ambition to do anything. Yet something was odd, he could move if he really wanted to, but he was so tired, his muscles not wanting to work as his eyes closed slowly. Quatre needed sleep, he couldn't keep this up and he was just so very tired. Yet so much could still happen to him and he had to be on guard and ready for anything. Ready for anything? He could barely move! What *could* he do if anything happened?! His mind was well awake, though thoroughly exhausted as was his body, yet if he couldn't move, what was he *really* going to do?
Finally giving up on his struggle with his thoughts, Quatre let himself fall asleep, the last sounds heard were Kayura's footsteps echoing as she left the room, Danya typing away at the command consul. ~.::£::.~ ~.::£::.~ ~.::£::.~
~.::*Ang*::.~ : ~.::*Ang*::.~ Oh my poor boys! Did I authorize this??? *thinks* *sighs* I did. Oh well. I guess you all have a right to be mad at us in the reviews. Heehee! = ) I think Silver needs a round of applause! *much cheering and rejoicing* She did fabulous! Even though she had Trowa lie to Heero about Quatre. (I never authorized that. But I guess it's for the best.) Yes, but still! Hail to the writing Chief! Your turn, Silver!
~*¤*~Silver~*¤*~: Well, okay.. so this is SHORT compared to my other chapters. -_-' *sweat drop* I know, I'm slacking off and I've had the entire break to do this in. Well, not so, I've had major projects and finals to get ready for. *yawns* If anyone's ever read Chobits, you know that dress Dark Chi (Chi Chi) wears? I'm trying to make that for my friend to wear for one of our final grades. -_-' I don't do this often for life size, so please bear with me and what I'm trying to get up for everyone. I'm also almost done with a new chapter ~FINALLY~ for Heaven's Angel. I kinda lost the plot for a few there. Anyway, yeah. Okay, on this chapter... Quatre's gone through hell and back at least twenty times in the time he had to put up with that hallucinogen alone, Heero's getting somewhat better but still has a ways to go in recovery, and Duo's just as stubborn and--Duoish as ever. Heh, he didn't get "much" of a beating compared to others...
Heero: Gee, I wonder why.. ~sarcastic and still "pouting" over my writing~
Duo: Dude, they love me more, face it. Hey! Itai! ^rubs his arm^
~*¤*~Silver~*¤*~: *rolls eyes* Oy mios... we love all of you, just... you're easier to torment and no one really does see that and you know you'd do anything to protect the others from harm Heero.
Heero: ~stubborn~ Unless I inflict that harm. ~mischievous smirk as Duo backs up~
~*¤*~Silver~*¤*~: *smacks self in forehead* SAVE ME!!! *whimper* ~mood swing~ *giggles* Okay, hope you enjoy this, will Quatre get his freedom? Will he be put through more hell? Can Wufei win against Kayura, we haven't seen *her* fight yet. Is Trowa going to be needing the care as well as the other boys for what *he's* pushing himself with? So many questions, so many outcomes, so few answers... =^_^= V Saraba mei-no! [Farewell everyone]
Disclaimer: We do not own anything affiliated with Gundam Wing or its creations. Angela does own the plot and in helping, I revised and wrote the story. A joint creation. Any original characters along with Blacke Diamond sprung from either her or my own minds.
~+~ Chapter 6 ~+~ Does the Game *Have* Rules?
Duo opened his eyes tiredly and looked about himself again, this had to be the hundredth time he'd woken up in just a few hours. Or so he thought. Last time he awoke, it was nearly dinner and Wufei hardly disregarded him with anything but forced patience; the young American youth found himself quickly and easily bored, not entertained with much of anything. Pain shot through the entire of his chest and his leg, though it wasn't as bad and he was mainly suffering the pains of pushing it while in escape, yet he didn't really regret it all that much. Yet now, the sky was a deep, navy-hued, star-studded blanket that covered the sleeping earth until the morning should rise and bring to life once more destiny's song. "Wow, I really slept..." Yawning, he only winced slightly and forced himself up to lean against the headboard; Duo gazing out the window at the silent night, the tree branches barren as each swayed gently in the icy night breeze, the grass dead if not dying and the street lamps not reaching the back of the house, for the safe house lay on the outskirts of the town.
Other thoughts ran through his mind, he knew how Trowa and Wufei faired, oh he knew too well how Wufei faired and the young warrior declared that had Duo not been injured, he would be greatly by the Chinese boy's hand and will. Yet what of Heero? He'd had an update, the boy hadn't worsened and just slightly gotten better, yet he was still watched over like a hawk and Quatre was, unfortunately, still held captive. "Take care lil' buddy, we're tryin' to get you out." This he spoke to the night sky, yet after a few minutes of silence, he realized that even he couldn't remain that ignorant to his own body's needs and big kids didn't really "wet the bed". Carefully putting his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbing for the crutches, he hoisted himself tiredly and rather clumsily up onto them, slowly again getting used to them and making his way from the room and down the hall, yet a soft light from Trowa's room caught his attention and the youth took a detour on the way to the bathroom.
Looking into the room, he found that Heero lay limply and pale upon the bed, his features that were seen were found speckled with bruises as the rest of his body that was still seen from under the blankets was wrapped in white bandages. He was strong, no doubt, but right now he almost seemed so weak, so vulnerable, so fragile. Like a glass figurine. Trowa himself didn't look all that well, he was leaner and slightly paler than normal, his features tired and strained as his eyes that once held a steel nerve now just asked for rest, dulled of even that calm composure. Yet the silent youth worked on, checking the bandages every now and then, rewetting and applying the cold, wet cloth to draw away a fever, the flush slowly disappearing in the Japanese boy's cheeks. With a tired and sympathetic smile, Duo but leaned against the doorway and spoke in a voice, warm and just as concerned yet knowing tone, his voice just above a whisper. "Man, that guy puts himself through so much to get the rest of us out of it and he still hasn't learned where he'll end up."
Turning swiftly at the new voice, for the warrior had fallen asleep hours ago and Duo was to be asleep, he allowed himself a small smile to pull at the corners of his lips. "That he does, but I doubt he's been this bad since he self destructed. I thought you were sleeping... did you need anything Duo?" Rising with reluctance and forced motions, the boy stood and watched the American shake his head with a soft chuckle, he appeared to be feeling better.
"Naw man, I've got it. Just got tired of laying down and kinda had to use the bathroom, but I still ain't gotten there.." With a soft whimper in the end, he only smirked when the ladder shook his head with a smirk, Duo leaning on the crutches and his right leg slightly bent and lifted so that it could rest.
"That's a personal problem I'm making you deal with on your own."
"Well gee, thanks. I feel loved now."
"You're a big boy, you can take care of it I'm sure." Casually he spoke with a gentle grin, pulling the blankets up to rest over Heero's shoulders and neck, he taking his spot in the chair again and sighing in weariness. He'd switch watch later with Wufei over the boy, up until Heero was out of the "danger zone". That, and he doubted he could sleep anyway, his mind a mass confusion of worry and concern for Quatre's well being.
"Heh... thanks a lot. So, has he woken up yet since we've gotten back?" Inquiring softly as the Japanese boy began to stir, his soft moans of pain almost pleading for it to be taken, he silenced himself hastily.
"Only once in full... just after you fell asleep the last time." Standing and taking the rag in hand, he again re-soaked the cloth and wrung it so that it lay damp, tracing it carefully over the boy's features as he quietly shushed him with a reassurance, soon laying the rag across his cooling forehead and as he watched the boy calm momentarily.
Again, Heero slowly pulled from unconsciousness, his body so sore yet the gentle warmth and comfort about him helped somewhat, the cold cloth over his features all too welcome as he stopped his movements, yet did not sleep again. Forcing his eyes to flutter open slowly, his glazed depths gazed about at the various shapes in the room, recognizing Trowa's faint outline but his vision wasn't clear. His body wracked with coughs as he parted his lips to speak, Heero's eyes squeezed shut as he tried to quell and stop each one, finally choking them back as his ribs weren't ready for his shallow breathing, let alone the coughing.
Duo make his way into the room, using his right leg somewhat so that it didn't grow stiff and hurt worse later, standing by Trowa's and Heero's side. "Heya man, take it easy now. You went to hell and back it looks like."
Slowly, the Japanese youth regained discipline over his body and calmed himself, looking up to see Duo as he blinked back the haziness, lips parting again to speak in disregard for the crutches he used and small yet visible enough bruises he too sported. "D-duo?"
"I'm here, take it easy. Just relax man, you've done enough." Smiling kindly and sympathetically, he felt still so bad that Heero took all that, man he looked like crap.
Nodding softly and looking back to Trowa, he didn't really dare to speak again, the words throwing him into a coughing frenzy as it only hurt him further. Yet still, he now grew greatly fatigued, his throat raw and dry as was him mouth, his eyes asking of the boy yet not knowing if he'd understand. Forcing himself to swallow hard, he winced and just closed his eyes, neither seemed to be understanding and maybe if he could just fall asleep, he'd forget about it.
Duo watched Heero's movements, knowing they weren't for nothing. "He's wantin' something Trowa..."
"I know, but what Heero? I don't understand." Softly he spoke, the second youth turning to look again, seemingly to the once more empty glass. "Water? Something to drink?" Catching his soft nod, he only sighed at Duo's laughter and took the glass, making his way to the small kitchenette.
Snickering, he turned to his friend again. "Man, you've got that guy trained." Quelling his laughter at his friend's distraught gaze, he sighed and cocked his head slightly as though in question. Duo knew the boy hurt, but his mind seemed to be on another subject. "You're worried for Quatre.. aren't you?" Catching his small nod, he almost spoke yet Trowa interrupted him easily.
"He's just sleeping Heero, it appears you and he both share this cold and he's taken his own, few injuries. Quatre's sleeping fine and peacefully right now, he just needs to rest as do you." Quickly he stopped Duo's words, making his way again to Heero's side and setting the water down, lifting the boy and ignoring his few and pained groans along with his gasps, cradling the youth's shoulders in his arms. Again reaching for the glass, he spared Duo a warning glare that he was to play along, taking the glass and guiding it to the lips of the wanting yet very exhausted young man. And again, Heero struggled to life his hands to hold the glass himself, yet this time he took the water slower and gradually.
Duo was stunned a moment, then gazed on at Heero's vulnerable form and knew Trowa's reasoning in the lie. Sighing softly and forcing a small smile, he too nodded and watched the youth who appeared childish in his manner, yet it was the best he could really do right now. "Yeah buddy, dun worry about Quatre, he's takin' it easy like you should be. That kid got it easy compared to us, heck, I got it easy compared to you. You just relax and heal up, we'll need you but seriously, right now I really have to use the bathroom guys." Catching a soft chuckle from Trowa and a momentary stop of the drinking from Heero, he only laughed softly himself and made his way to his destination.
As the boy again finished his drinking and let his hands fall in a tired manner, once more leaning heavily against him and falling into unconsciousness, Trowa put the glass down and drew the blankets up and over the boy again, smirking as he lay within his arms and slept. He couldn't get too used to this though, they still had a war going on.
~£~
Quatre lay in the corner near the back wall, just across from the command chair, a.k.a. "thrown", of Kayura. His back was aflame and his body tired, his cold growing worse as he stifled another fit of coughs in the darkened and empty room. A command consul lay beside him, yet the classical shackles chained to the wall with the chains rather short, did not even come close to allowing him any access. So the youth gave up on any idea there, he was still so very tired, his shallow breathing echoing in the metal room, the walls cold and foreboding. "Please be well my friends..." Speaking to the darkness, he caught the echoing footsteps making their way towards the room he occupied, couldn't he at least rest? Gaining his footing, he was forced to squint against the harsh light that flickered on without warning, blinding him momentarily. Looking up when a grip was on his arm, he found it to be a lean and tall woman like Kayura, only her features were emotionless and uncaring, or so they seemed. Her hair was a silvery black, her eyes a soft violet-blue yet they had a cutting iciness to them. "Wh-what do you want with me now?"
Kayura entered as well, flopping down in her chair in a could-care-less attitude as she looked up, her patience wearing thin and her voice with a surfacing venom. "These incompetent fools wouldn't know their asses from a hole in the ground..."
Danya spoke at this, adviser and next in command to Kayura, the young woman bowing and speaking without emotion or remorse. "You are displeased My Lady?"
Growling and tossing her hair from her eyes, nails tapping the armrest of her chair, Kayura shot up at her subordinate. "Displeased?! Ha!" Growing impatient with everyone, a smirk crossed her features as the youth cringed in Danya's grip, this young boy amused her with his struggles. "Well well, I grow bored... maybe we can have a little fun." Looking over the assortment of new drugs to be tested on the prisoners when she found the time between the pathetic leaders of their organization and the strikes against the other two foundations, one caught her eyes. "This one is interesting, let's try it." Picking up the syringe that held a neon green substance, the syringe full and it said to be a hallucinogen, it was time to put the drug to the test. "What do you fear? We'll find out soon."
Now backing up and pulling from Danya who held him tighter, surprisingly strong for a woman like herself, Quatre struggled to break free. "N-no.. what is that!?" He didn't know what it was and he truly didn't feel like being a lab rat either. Yet, he was forced into submission when the young woman twisted his left arm sharply behind his back, nearly to the point of breaking.
"This little helper will bring to life your worst fears and your wildest nightmares, though it's never been tested. Consider yourself lucky child, you get to be the first." Pulling out his arm as he struggled weakly but stubbornly, she injected the substance quickly into his arm, just a small dosage yet she didn't know what effect it would have on him.
Quatre winced and pulled back, dropping to his knees and pulling back from both women, he listened to Kayura's cold laughter as his world began to become a swirling void of shadows. What was happening to him? What was *going* to happen to him? Leaning heavily against the steel wall as the footsteps retreated and echoed in the room, his own world began faded into one of darkness and torment, fear burning brightly in his eyes. It'd be a long night.
~£~
Wufei opened his eyes in reluctance as the sunlight fell over him, though he was actually surprised. Trowa was supposed to have woken up him during the early morning hours and gone to sleep himself. If he was trying to pull this alone per his usual self, though Wufei knew he did the same thing often, then it was getting to the boy too much. Maybe in the past five days that boy had gotten nearly 9 hours of sleep, not enough considering what they were still doing. This was supposed to be a break.
A groan escaped the young warrior's lips as he pushed himself from the couch, making his way reluctantly but knowing towards Heero's room, turning his gaze to the bed. What met his sight was not expected, but *better* than what he'd expected. Trowa lay on the floor, sprawled out in his own manner and used his arm as a pillow, a blanket falling over his body as the pair of crutches leaned against the nightstand, Duo having taken over for Trowa and was just pulling the rag back from Heero's paled features and draped it over the side of the bowl. "Maxwell, what are you doing up?"
A small wave and smirk were given the warrior's way, the American youth motioning for the second to be silent as Heero stirred more often to the softest noises, man he was getting his strength back quickly. Holding his movements as the Japanese boy again fell asleep, soon Duo continued with his movements, recovering the boy in full and looking back up. "Trowa finally kinda passed out on the floor, and you looked and still look like you could sleep for another few months. So, are we all going with the "Quatre's resting" story?"
Sighing, Wufei entered, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms before his chest, he nodded. "Heero's overprotective enough as it is and he'll hurt himself further if he knew Quatre didn't come back. This way, he'll rest and we're trying to get Quatre back before Heero ever finds out. Hopefully, it's the best for both of them."
Groaning when he tried to stand and forgot about his leg, the youth decided it was smarter to sit in the chair and just stay there. After a few moments hesitation, he spoke quietly, and hopefully yet not too much, he didn't want to get his hopes up too far. "Do we even know where to look for Quatre? I mean, I doubt they left anything for us to follow."
"We'll find him Duo, you leave that to us, you worry about healing."
"Holy crap!" His voice was a soft hiss of astonishment.
"What now?" In slight irritation, Wufei eyed him.
"Y-you just called me Duo!"
"So?"
"It's always been Maxwell this or Maxwell that. This time it was Duo!"
Rolling his eyes and sighing in defeat, Wufei gave up trying to ever understand this child. He was confusing even to himself. "Duo, just.."
"You did it again!" With laughter, he quickly interrupted.
"Stop already!" Voice rising beyond its composure, the youth calmed himself instantly as Heero stirred further, a soft groan escaping the boy's lips. His mind fell within its own thoughts, being concerned about the Arabian youth's well being and health. Something just didn't seem right and the young warrior only hoped he was fairing well, they needed to get him and get him out of there as soon as possible. When Trowa was up to strength again or could hold out on his own with both of these boys, Wufei would go and challenge Kayura for Quatre's freedom. ~£~
Kayura watched with soft laughter as the boy before her finally stopped his movements, collapsing to his knees as his hands fell to his sides. Well, that new chemical was definitely a keeper. His screams still echoed in the walls about her as Danya had returned her to work at the consul, his struggles finally stopping as the night passed away. It may have worked all too well, for she just barely gave that child a small amount, yet maybe, just maybe she'd keep him around even longer.
Panting heavily and trembling with utter fear, the intelligent youth felt the sweat roll from his thin and lean features, tears falling from his eyes to mingle with the sweat. His clothes stuck to every portion of his body that they dare touch, his physique cringing back further and further into the corner, his back now numb to any of his earlier pains. Quatre had seen so much and hated ever last second of the torment, his worst fears and nightmares brought to lift, tossed and merged with horrific scenes he knew not of, yet they must have been in some portion of his mind to be able to put him through that hell. Voice hoarse as his throat was now raw and aflame, the young boy pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms shakily about them, lowering his head as his once bright blue eyes were now dulled and he dared not close them. He didn't want to see it over again. 'Please come soon Wufei, be careful but I can't stay here any longer... I don't want to.'
Looking over the pathetic form, yet he was oh so entertaining, Kayura, grabbed up another syringe and handed it to Danya who seemed almost instantly at her side when the first and elder woman barely flinched. "Here, give him the sedative, I need to see if I can't go and settle these blundering idiots who can't stop their feeble squabbles over who messed up what and where."
With the same indifference as before, Danya nodded and took the syringe, watching the boy's head shoot up with fear as he tried to back away, shaking his head slightly from side to side.
Quatre hadn't caught much of what they'd said but the new syringe that Kayura's assistant held in her hand sent him into another whirlwind of terror and fear. He couldn't do this, he didn't want to experience anything else. Yet he also didn't have the energy to really rebel, he could barely stand up on his knees, let alone gain his feet. Forcing the words to speak airily from his throat, the youth's tender lips parted to shape them quickly and beg, he didn't have to act anymore, he was truly scared of what else lay in store for him. "No... plea..." The youth couldn't finish the word before it gave out into air, he trying to pull away as Danya wrenched his arm forward, pumping the amber-golden liquid into his body. Finally pulling from her as she let him go, the youth couldn't help but feel severely tired and worn now, any and all energy he had left disappearing. In a final attempt, Quatre felt himself slowly loose control over his motions again, the sedative. As long as it didn't do anything else to him, he'd dealt with this before. Laying down on the mat and allowing himself to stretch out slightly, the youth lost all energy that he had left, no longer having the ambition to do anything. Yet something was odd, he could move if he really wanted to, but he was so tired, his muscles not wanting to work as his eyes closed slowly. Quatre needed sleep, he couldn't keep this up and he was just so very tired. Yet so much could still happen to him and he had to be on guard and ready for anything. Ready for anything? He could barely move! What *could* he do if anything happened?! His mind was well awake, though thoroughly exhausted as was his body, yet if he couldn't move, what was he *really* going to do?
Finally giving up on his struggle with his thoughts, Quatre let himself fall asleep, the last sounds heard were Kayura's footsteps echoing as she left the room, Danya typing away at the command consul. ~.::£::.~ ~.::£::.~ ~.::£::.~
~.::*Ang*::.~ : ~.::*Ang*::.~ Oh my poor boys! Did I authorize this??? *thinks* *sighs* I did. Oh well. I guess you all have a right to be mad at us in the reviews. Heehee! = ) I think Silver needs a round of applause! *much cheering and rejoicing* She did fabulous! Even though she had Trowa lie to Heero about Quatre. (I never authorized that. But I guess it's for the best.) Yes, but still! Hail to the writing Chief! Your turn, Silver!
~*¤*~Silver~*¤*~: Well, okay.. so this is SHORT compared to my other chapters. -_-' *sweat drop* I know, I'm slacking off and I've had the entire break to do this in. Well, not so, I've had major projects and finals to get ready for. *yawns* If anyone's ever read Chobits, you know that dress Dark Chi (Chi Chi) wears? I'm trying to make that for my friend to wear for one of our final grades. -_-' I don't do this often for life size, so please bear with me and what I'm trying to get up for everyone. I'm also almost done with a new chapter ~FINALLY~ for Heaven's Angel. I kinda lost the plot for a few there. Anyway, yeah. Okay, on this chapter... Quatre's gone through hell and back at least twenty times in the time he had to put up with that hallucinogen alone, Heero's getting somewhat better but still has a ways to go in recovery, and Duo's just as stubborn and--Duoish as ever. Heh, he didn't get "much" of a beating compared to others...
Heero: Gee, I wonder why.. ~sarcastic and still "pouting" over my writing~
Duo: Dude, they love me more, face it. Hey! Itai! ^rubs his arm^
~*¤*~Silver~*¤*~: *rolls eyes* Oy mios... we love all of you, just... you're easier to torment and no one really does see that and you know you'd do anything to protect the others from harm Heero.
Heero: ~stubborn~ Unless I inflict that harm. ~mischievous smirk as Duo backs up~
~*¤*~Silver~*¤*~: *smacks self in forehead* SAVE ME!!! *whimper* ~mood swing~ *giggles* Okay, hope you enjoy this, will Quatre get his freedom? Will he be put through more hell? Can Wufei win against Kayura, we haven't seen *her* fight yet. Is Trowa going to be needing the care as well as the other boys for what *he's* pushing himself with? So many questions, so many outcomes, so few answers... =^_^= V Saraba mei-no! [Farewell everyone]