Chapter 5
Quatre was completely stunned. His heart was still pounding, as if it wanted to leap out of his chest and runaway from the woman. Uncomfortable under Claire's obnoxiously calm gaze, he looked toward Duo for some support.
When he glanced at his friend, he saw that Shigami did not wear a face of surprise as he had expected, but a expression livid with anger.
"God damnit, woman!" the young pilot cursed. "Don't you know how to frickin' knock?!" Quatre watched, glued to the tiled floor, as Duo heaved with fury, each breathe obviously a pain to the poor wounded soldier. Regardless, Duo continued to rant at the nurse. "I know you did that on purpose too! Why the hell do you keep pestering us like this? Would it kill you to be more professional, you freaky little witch?!"
Totally taken aback, Quatre nervously glanced from Duo to Claire, whose face fell at the last angry question. She uncrossed her arms and ruefully took a step backwards.
"I apologize," she announced, sounding oddly sincere.
Quatre was not sure which event had shocked him more: Claire bursting into the room, interrupting their intimate moment, or Claire apologizing for doing it. This time, however, Duo shared in the honest surprise.
"Visiting hours are over though, Winner," she announced, regaining her usual superior and nonchalant attitude. Spinning around on her heal, which caused her curls to bounce vigorously behind her, she continued, "You can visit again tomorrow." She exited the room as swiftly as she had entered.
Again, the boys were left in awe of the strange woman. After silent moments of the boys both staring at the swinging doors, Quatre forced his arms to unglue themselves from the bitter cold tile. He swayed as he reached his feet and awkwardly stepped to Duo's chair.
"I guess I really should leave. . ." he said, sounding as if he questioned the sagacity of leaving Duo where the odd nurse could openly visit him again. But Duo did not argue; he simply nodded and raised his arm for Quatre to hook his shoulder under. Lifting his friend off the chair and carrying him to his bed, Quatre wondered if it would be safer to leave the wounded boy with the door jammed shut somehow. He expressed his idea to Duo.
"No," Duo replied, rolling over to face the white wall, his shirt still unbuttoned, "I can take care of myself." He did not sound spiteful or sarcastic when he said this, but as it were a fact.
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Quatre decided, whether it were for the best or not, to leave, but also to check on his friend as soon as possible the next day. He traversed the darkened hospital halls, apologized to the weary eyed receptionist and wished him a good night as he followed the pilot outside and locked the doors behind them. The night chilled with every breeze in the air, and the blonde was forced to zip his long coat and retie his scarf around his neck before he began his journey.
With too many diverse thoughts roaming his head, Quatre roamed the streets back to his hotel. Unlike his feet though, which knew the path well now, his thoughts changed direct often. *I just am not sure how to interpret this Claire,* one of his thoughts began. *She seemed so, well, like me the first time we meet, brief as it was. Now she seems malicious and takes joy in alienating me. How dare she tease me about sleeping in my own bed! And interrupting us like that!* He turned the corner of the empty street, though it was an involuntary act: his mind was still wondering the world.
*Well, interrupting us might not have been such a bad idea . . .really, I don't know what I was thinking . . .Duo is my friend. We could alienate are selves, from society or from each other. I do love him, but in what way? What if our relationship turned negative and we couldn't bare to be around each other anymore? What if our relationship grew?! We definitely wouldn't be able to contain it and the other Gundam pilots would infer our relationship sooner or later. I don't think they would take open homosexuality very well. What would I know though? I haven't heard from the others in what seems like years!*
Exactly on cue to his thought, Quatre felt his forgotten cell phone vibrate violently in his coat. Recovering from the shock of the sudden tremor, Quatre twitched the phone out of the pocket and flipped it open.
"Hello?" he answered, almost nervously.
"Quatre." the voice on the other side demanded.
"Heero!" Sweet relief (from what he was not sure) swept over him. "It's so good to hear from you! I hope you all are well?"
"Yes. Are you with Duo?" Heero was usually brief and direct, and Quatre felt his heart pummel when he immediately changed the subject to pilot 02. (1)
"No, I just left the hospital. Why?"
"Return immediately. We just intercepted an enemy transmission. He's a target. A spy is attacking tonight." Directly, Quatre's mind zoomed to a thought of the insane nurse menacingly standing over the helpless form of the sleeping Duo, her red painted lips curling into a gruesome smile.
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(1)- yes, yes. I know this scene is almost exactly like the one in Blind Target, where Heero asks Duo if Quatre is with him. It was meant to be so!
[[[so do you think you know what is gonna happen? Really? Cuz I don't even really know! I'm finding the problems in writing a story w/o a predetermined plot line to be frustrating! This story could have been sooooo much better if I had planned ahead! I may go back and fix things . . . Curse my incompetent writing skillz! Well, anyway, stay tuned in! Chapter 6 will be up ASAP!]]]
Quatre was completely stunned. His heart was still pounding, as if it wanted to leap out of his chest and runaway from the woman. Uncomfortable under Claire's obnoxiously calm gaze, he looked toward Duo for some support.
When he glanced at his friend, he saw that Shigami did not wear a face of surprise as he had expected, but a expression livid with anger.
"God damnit, woman!" the young pilot cursed. "Don't you know how to frickin' knock?!" Quatre watched, glued to the tiled floor, as Duo heaved with fury, each breathe obviously a pain to the poor wounded soldier. Regardless, Duo continued to rant at the nurse. "I know you did that on purpose too! Why the hell do you keep pestering us like this? Would it kill you to be more professional, you freaky little witch?!"
Totally taken aback, Quatre nervously glanced from Duo to Claire, whose face fell at the last angry question. She uncrossed her arms and ruefully took a step backwards.
"I apologize," she announced, sounding oddly sincere.
Quatre was not sure which event had shocked him more: Claire bursting into the room, interrupting their intimate moment, or Claire apologizing for doing it. This time, however, Duo shared in the honest surprise.
"Visiting hours are over though, Winner," she announced, regaining her usual superior and nonchalant attitude. Spinning around on her heal, which caused her curls to bounce vigorously behind her, she continued, "You can visit again tomorrow." She exited the room as swiftly as she had entered.
Again, the boys were left in awe of the strange woman. After silent moments of the boys both staring at the swinging doors, Quatre forced his arms to unglue themselves from the bitter cold tile. He swayed as he reached his feet and awkwardly stepped to Duo's chair.
"I guess I really should leave. . ." he said, sounding as if he questioned the sagacity of leaving Duo where the odd nurse could openly visit him again. But Duo did not argue; he simply nodded and raised his arm for Quatre to hook his shoulder under. Lifting his friend off the chair and carrying him to his bed, Quatre wondered if it would be safer to leave the wounded boy with the door jammed shut somehow. He expressed his idea to Duo.
"No," Duo replied, rolling over to face the white wall, his shirt still unbuttoned, "I can take care of myself." He did not sound spiteful or sarcastic when he said this, but as it were a fact.
---------------------------------------------------
Quatre decided, whether it were for the best or not, to leave, but also to check on his friend as soon as possible the next day. He traversed the darkened hospital halls, apologized to the weary eyed receptionist and wished him a good night as he followed the pilot outside and locked the doors behind them. The night chilled with every breeze in the air, and the blonde was forced to zip his long coat and retie his scarf around his neck before he began his journey.
With too many diverse thoughts roaming his head, Quatre roamed the streets back to his hotel. Unlike his feet though, which knew the path well now, his thoughts changed direct often. *I just am not sure how to interpret this Claire,* one of his thoughts began. *She seemed so, well, like me the first time we meet, brief as it was. Now she seems malicious and takes joy in alienating me. How dare she tease me about sleeping in my own bed! And interrupting us like that!* He turned the corner of the empty street, though it was an involuntary act: his mind was still wondering the world.
*Well, interrupting us might not have been such a bad idea . . .really, I don't know what I was thinking . . .Duo is my friend. We could alienate are selves, from society or from each other. I do love him, but in what way? What if our relationship turned negative and we couldn't bare to be around each other anymore? What if our relationship grew?! We definitely wouldn't be able to contain it and the other Gundam pilots would infer our relationship sooner or later. I don't think they would take open homosexuality very well. What would I know though? I haven't heard from the others in what seems like years!*
Exactly on cue to his thought, Quatre felt his forgotten cell phone vibrate violently in his coat. Recovering from the shock of the sudden tremor, Quatre twitched the phone out of the pocket and flipped it open.
"Hello?" he answered, almost nervously.
"Quatre." the voice on the other side demanded.
"Heero!" Sweet relief (from what he was not sure) swept over him. "It's so good to hear from you! I hope you all are well?"
"Yes. Are you with Duo?" Heero was usually brief and direct, and Quatre felt his heart pummel when he immediately changed the subject to pilot 02. (1)
"No, I just left the hospital. Why?"
"Return immediately. We just intercepted an enemy transmission. He's a target. A spy is attacking tonight." Directly, Quatre's mind zoomed to a thought of the insane nurse menacingly standing over the helpless form of the sleeping Duo, her red painted lips curling into a gruesome smile.
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(1)- yes, yes. I know this scene is almost exactly like the one in Blind Target, where Heero asks Duo if Quatre is with him. It was meant to be so!
[[[so do you think you know what is gonna happen? Really? Cuz I don't even really know! I'm finding the problems in writing a story w/o a predetermined plot line to be frustrating! This story could have been sooooo much better if I had planned ahead! I may go back and fix things . . . Curse my incompetent writing skillz! Well, anyway, stay tuned in! Chapter 6 will be up ASAP!]]]
