YAY!!!!!!!!!!! I'm back!!!!!!!!! With some more of the creepy weird
story. YAY!!!!!!!!!! And I got three reviews! Do you know how happy that
makes me?
Kibuo: So sorry I cannot explain everything to you, because that gives it away! I hope to have everything somewhat explained by the end of this chapter. I know, I'm sorry about what I did to Trowa, but he's going to hate me even more! (Evil laugh) Clue: Quatre has gained a speed overnight that Heero, if he were normal, would have surprised him. (Wink, wink)
Kasazona: Thanks for liking my fic. My poor self-esteem needs it. Not really, but I can pretend.
Jarrod: Goodness, I'm going to have my head bloated and I'm going to float to the moon. Any more praise like that will send me up there. But that's okay. That's my goal. There's really nothing else to say except thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like it so much!
I'm gonna name this chapter. What shall it be? Well, last chapter was Two Shots. This one will probably be With a Single Shot. It will be explained. And no, the rest of the chapters will not have "shot" in the title. I'm not single minded, though I like to pretend I am.
And you will have to bear with me. These guys may be OOC, but then again, would you not drop your façade if you saw two best friends kill each other? Or, one kill another? So, if Heero jumps to conclusions, forgive me.
I think I forgot a disclaimer last chapter. So this fits for this and last chapter: DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING!!!!!! I don't have that much free time or imagination.
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We cannot hold a torch to light another's path without brightening our own. -Ben Sweetland
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Duo did not know what was more surprising: Heero had been attacked, Trowa was dead, or Quatre had done it all. He only knew that as he was watching Trowa being examined by a doctor that he was furious with the blond. Duo had not ever seen the blond in such a rage, but why would he ever attack the silent boy? Trowa was more than a friend to him; they were as close as brothers.
There was a stir as people with a body bag pushed through the crowd and took Trowa's body away. As they were wrapping the body, Quatre's sisters came through and gasped in horror. Several started to retch dryly.
Then, Duo saw with disgust, Quatre appeared, his hand wrapped in linen bandages. Heero had mentioned shooting him in the hand. Duo tapped Heero's shoulder and Quatre gasped in horror.
"Trowa! What happened?" He started to run toward the body, tears starting down his face. Heero stepped in front of him and drew his gun. "Heero? What are you doing?"
"Don't even fake it, Winner," Heero said, his voice just barely kept to a monotone. "You killed him."
Quatre's eyes widened before he seemed to get dizzy. "I did? How? I was no where near this room this afternoon!"
"Where were you then?" Heero snapped. "Don't play innocent. I saw it with my own eyes."
Quatre shook his head weakly, shock starting to make him weave while standing. He started to gasp as he continued to shake his head. "I would never hurt Trowa!"
"How did you get hurt?" Heero asked, his gun pointed at Quatre's bandaged right hand for a moment before it returned to pointing at his chest. Quatre reddened and shook his head again.
"Stop this!" one of Quatre's sisters cried. "Do you have no mercy?"
"Do you deny it?"
Quatre looked around wildly as if he was seeing the looks of curiosity as looks of accusations, anger, and hatred. He shook his head again. "I would never hurt Trowa! What happened?"
Heero was getting annoyed, though his face never showed it. He was certain it had been Quatre that had done that. And to add to that, his right hand was fully bandaged, as if wounded horribly. He refused to tell where it came from, and he was not breaking down in tears as would be expected. "If you will not answer me, I will assume you killed Trowa." Duo beside him jumped as if startled, and Wufei to the other side tensed. They knew what that entailed.
Before any of his sisters or servants knew what was going on, Quatre was thrown to the ground by the force of the bullet that exploded from Heero's gun. Sisters screamed, servants squealed, and two gundam pilots gasped in horror. Several servants scurried off to do who knows what as his sisters crowded around Quatre's whimpering form.
He had been hit in the shoulder, which was bad enough, but he would be all right. That was not what Heero wanted. Heero stepped forward to finish what he had started when a kitchen maid threw herself in front of the murderous Heero.
"Stop it, Young Master! I beg of you, please, leave the Young Master be!" Heero roughly pushed her aside, but was stopped by her next comment. "He was with me all day! The wound on his hand is a burn!"
Heero turned to her with an emotionless look. "Why should I trust you?"
"Whether you trust me or not is your own concern. But he was with me, learning to cook. The Young Master insisted on learning to cook on his own, and I was assisting him!"
Duo appeared at Heero's side. "She sounds sincere."
"So did the Quatre that killed Trowa."
Duo frowned and then looked at the kitchen maid. "Would Quatre have paid you to say that?"
"No," the kitchen maid snapped, indignant that this ruffian could assume that of her master. "He was not even paying me for the lessons."
"How did he burn himself?" Heero asked quickly. The maid replied quickly and in the fashion it would be as if she were just relating the facts.
"He dropped a pot of boiling water."
Heero could hear the sirens of an ambulance and he returned his gun to where he kept it, wherever that was, and glared at the kitchen maid. "You just saved your master's life. He had better be happy."
With that, Heero stalked off, brooding over what had just happened. Duo watched him before he turned to the maid. "Sorry about him. He's rather rude."
The maid scowled. "So I've noticed. Now, if you don't mind, I've got a meal to prepare."
Duo watched her leave before he moved to take a look at his friend. Quatre was whimpering and crying out in mewing sounds as the paramedics worked fast to keep him alive. "Hey, Quatre." Of all the things he was expecting, never did he expect what happened to happen. Quatre screamed and started to cry.
"Keep him away! KEEP HIM AWAY!" Quatre screamed, holding up his hands as if to prevent Duo from coming any closer. Duo stepped back, shocked. The paramedics pushed Duo's stone cold form out of the way as they rushed around the panicking boy. Duo just stared in horror at Quatre's shaking, weeping form.
Suddenly, two hands touched his chest and pushed hard. He looked down, his head a whir of the recent events. One of Quatre's older sisters was glaring at him with hatred he never believed possible in such humans as the Winners. "Don't you think you've done enough damage? Leave, now!"
He blinked and swallowed. He stepped back and was horrified to notice that Quatre calmed when he was gone. Paramedics gently lifted him onto a stretcher.
And then, he was gone.
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A/N: I'm putting this here because you will never find it any other way. Read the author's note at the bottom, please!
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Heero was a little upset to be using Quatre's limo, but he had to if he planned to find out where Trowa's body was. Silently, he registered a wreck on the side of the road and several people walking around, dismayed. He rolled his eyes and focused past that. If Quatre had been with that kitchen maid the whole day, then someone had managed to make himself look exactly like Quatre, but then had attacked Trowa.
If this person had wanted Trowa dead, they could have disposed of him so much easier than that. If this person had wanted the whole of them to turn on each other, than what was going on would be perfect. He had jumped to conclusions and had wounded Quatre, nearly killing him. If Quatre ever recovered from the emotional shock, he would probably never trust them the same way. If that trust disappeared, there would be devastating results.
That must be what this person wanted. But he had probably not assumed that Quatre would ever have someone to rise to his defense. This had changed all of it. If that maid had not stopped him, Heero would have killed Quatre.
But why was he now going to Trowa's body? He was not quite sure himself. He wanted clues, clues that he would not be able to get from Quatre. His sisters would make sure of that. After the attack on Quatre, Heero was certain that none of his sisters would let him even see Quatre again.
Besides, some sixth sense was telling him to check the DNA of Trowa's body. Was it the same person? Sure it was. Heero had been close enough to see the face up close, and it had been without a doubt Trowa's face.
Could someone have stolen Trowa's face? It was only possible in science fiction and fantasy novels. Yet it was not to be totally pushed aside.
The driver of the limo opened the door and ushered him out the door. Heero looked up to see the morgue before him and he straightened his back before walking into the dreary place. The man at the front desk looked grimy and dirty.
"I'd like to examine a body that was recently brought in," Heero muttered. The man looked at him blankly.
"There are no new bodies."
"No new bodies?"
"The driver of our van just called saying they had had a wreck. He said something about a dead body moving, so I assume he'll be here before long."
Heero's eyes narrowed. "What were his exact words?"
"I don't remember, but he was talking about nightmare films, no wounds, and blubbering like a fool."
Heero took in a breath around gritted teeth, looking up at the ceiling. With that, he spun around and stormed out the door. He barked a direction at the driver of the limo and then got into the car. The limo turned around and returned to the crash that Heero had taken note of before.
At the wreck two drivers of a morgue truck were wandering around the destroyed front end, staring into space. Heero jumped out of the vehicle and grabbed one by the shoulders. "What happened?" he demanded.
"A dead body that I took away myself looked at me from the rearview mirror, but he was different." The man's voice was distant, as if he was walking in a vision.
"What was the difference about him?"
"He had had a bullet hole in his head before; this time, he was fully healed."
Heero shook his head. This was the stuff of legends and fairy tales. This could not be real. The driver must have been mistaken.
With shaky legs, Heero went into the back of the truck. What he saw there could have been enough to haunt his memories for years to come. The body bag Trowa had been in was empty, torn apart from a blade. With closer examination, Heero could see that the rips were to the outside, as if the blade had been used from the inside out. But even more horrifying were the two bullets left on the bottom of the bag, clean and ready for use. They had never blown up.
Heero took in a shaky breath and left the truck.
Trowa was not killed by a fake Quatre. It had been a set up. This could not possibly be real. This was the stuff of legends and fairy tales, which really bothered Heero more. He had no idea what they could be dealing with. Many children grew up with knowledge of pretend and the imaginary beings.
Heero had not.
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OOOOHHHH!!! Da da dum . . . The suspense!!!
Well, I think it's just plain funny for the kitchen maid to call Duo a ruffian.
Does anyone have a single clue about what is going on? Try to guess, but I have an idea that many people have figured it out already . . .
Hey, if you read my author's note, please put the word "shark" in the beginning of your review. That will just help me gauge how many people read my notes. Just so that I can tell if I need to put everything in huge print to get the important stuff out. Thanks! ^_^!
Well, that's it for all. Oh, wait! Nearly forgot the tease!
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Duo stopped stroking Quatre's hair and smiled at the mentally unbalanced young man. It was really upsetting to him. Surely he would get better! The doctors said that the chemical imbalance had set back his mental capacity to six years old.
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That's all. Namarie, mellon nin!
~ Kay Kylo
Kibuo: So sorry I cannot explain everything to you, because that gives it away! I hope to have everything somewhat explained by the end of this chapter. I know, I'm sorry about what I did to Trowa, but he's going to hate me even more! (Evil laugh) Clue: Quatre has gained a speed overnight that Heero, if he were normal, would have surprised him. (Wink, wink)
Kasazona: Thanks for liking my fic. My poor self-esteem needs it. Not really, but I can pretend.
Jarrod: Goodness, I'm going to have my head bloated and I'm going to float to the moon. Any more praise like that will send me up there. But that's okay. That's my goal. There's really nothing else to say except thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like it so much!
I'm gonna name this chapter. What shall it be? Well, last chapter was Two Shots. This one will probably be With a Single Shot. It will be explained. And no, the rest of the chapters will not have "shot" in the title. I'm not single minded, though I like to pretend I am.
And you will have to bear with me. These guys may be OOC, but then again, would you not drop your façade if you saw two best friends kill each other? Or, one kill another? So, if Heero jumps to conclusions, forgive me.
I think I forgot a disclaimer last chapter. So this fits for this and last chapter: DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING!!!!!! I don't have that much free time or imagination.
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We cannot hold a torch to light another's path without brightening our own. -Ben Sweetland
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Duo did not know what was more surprising: Heero had been attacked, Trowa was dead, or Quatre had done it all. He only knew that as he was watching Trowa being examined by a doctor that he was furious with the blond. Duo had not ever seen the blond in such a rage, but why would he ever attack the silent boy? Trowa was more than a friend to him; they were as close as brothers.
There was a stir as people with a body bag pushed through the crowd and took Trowa's body away. As they were wrapping the body, Quatre's sisters came through and gasped in horror. Several started to retch dryly.
Then, Duo saw with disgust, Quatre appeared, his hand wrapped in linen bandages. Heero had mentioned shooting him in the hand. Duo tapped Heero's shoulder and Quatre gasped in horror.
"Trowa! What happened?" He started to run toward the body, tears starting down his face. Heero stepped in front of him and drew his gun. "Heero? What are you doing?"
"Don't even fake it, Winner," Heero said, his voice just barely kept to a monotone. "You killed him."
Quatre's eyes widened before he seemed to get dizzy. "I did? How? I was no where near this room this afternoon!"
"Where were you then?" Heero snapped. "Don't play innocent. I saw it with my own eyes."
Quatre shook his head weakly, shock starting to make him weave while standing. He started to gasp as he continued to shake his head. "I would never hurt Trowa!"
"How did you get hurt?" Heero asked, his gun pointed at Quatre's bandaged right hand for a moment before it returned to pointing at his chest. Quatre reddened and shook his head again.
"Stop this!" one of Quatre's sisters cried. "Do you have no mercy?"
"Do you deny it?"
Quatre looked around wildly as if he was seeing the looks of curiosity as looks of accusations, anger, and hatred. He shook his head again. "I would never hurt Trowa! What happened?"
Heero was getting annoyed, though his face never showed it. He was certain it had been Quatre that had done that. And to add to that, his right hand was fully bandaged, as if wounded horribly. He refused to tell where it came from, and he was not breaking down in tears as would be expected. "If you will not answer me, I will assume you killed Trowa." Duo beside him jumped as if startled, and Wufei to the other side tensed. They knew what that entailed.
Before any of his sisters or servants knew what was going on, Quatre was thrown to the ground by the force of the bullet that exploded from Heero's gun. Sisters screamed, servants squealed, and two gundam pilots gasped in horror. Several servants scurried off to do who knows what as his sisters crowded around Quatre's whimpering form.
He had been hit in the shoulder, which was bad enough, but he would be all right. That was not what Heero wanted. Heero stepped forward to finish what he had started when a kitchen maid threw herself in front of the murderous Heero.
"Stop it, Young Master! I beg of you, please, leave the Young Master be!" Heero roughly pushed her aside, but was stopped by her next comment. "He was with me all day! The wound on his hand is a burn!"
Heero turned to her with an emotionless look. "Why should I trust you?"
"Whether you trust me or not is your own concern. But he was with me, learning to cook. The Young Master insisted on learning to cook on his own, and I was assisting him!"
Duo appeared at Heero's side. "She sounds sincere."
"So did the Quatre that killed Trowa."
Duo frowned and then looked at the kitchen maid. "Would Quatre have paid you to say that?"
"No," the kitchen maid snapped, indignant that this ruffian could assume that of her master. "He was not even paying me for the lessons."
"How did he burn himself?" Heero asked quickly. The maid replied quickly and in the fashion it would be as if she were just relating the facts.
"He dropped a pot of boiling water."
Heero could hear the sirens of an ambulance and he returned his gun to where he kept it, wherever that was, and glared at the kitchen maid. "You just saved your master's life. He had better be happy."
With that, Heero stalked off, brooding over what had just happened. Duo watched him before he turned to the maid. "Sorry about him. He's rather rude."
The maid scowled. "So I've noticed. Now, if you don't mind, I've got a meal to prepare."
Duo watched her leave before he moved to take a look at his friend. Quatre was whimpering and crying out in mewing sounds as the paramedics worked fast to keep him alive. "Hey, Quatre." Of all the things he was expecting, never did he expect what happened to happen. Quatre screamed and started to cry.
"Keep him away! KEEP HIM AWAY!" Quatre screamed, holding up his hands as if to prevent Duo from coming any closer. Duo stepped back, shocked. The paramedics pushed Duo's stone cold form out of the way as they rushed around the panicking boy. Duo just stared in horror at Quatre's shaking, weeping form.
Suddenly, two hands touched his chest and pushed hard. He looked down, his head a whir of the recent events. One of Quatre's older sisters was glaring at him with hatred he never believed possible in such humans as the Winners. "Don't you think you've done enough damage? Leave, now!"
He blinked and swallowed. He stepped back and was horrified to notice that Quatre calmed when he was gone. Paramedics gently lifted him onto a stretcher.
And then, he was gone.
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A/N: I'm putting this here because you will never find it any other way. Read the author's note at the bottom, please!
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Heero was a little upset to be using Quatre's limo, but he had to if he planned to find out where Trowa's body was. Silently, he registered a wreck on the side of the road and several people walking around, dismayed. He rolled his eyes and focused past that. If Quatre had been with that kitchen maid the whole day, then someone had managed to make himself look exactly like Quatre, but then had attacked Trowa.
If this person had wanted Trowa dead, they could have disposed of him so much easier than that. If this person had wanted the whole of them to turn on each other, than what was going on would be perfect. He had jumped to conclusions and had wounded Quatre, nearly killing him. If Quatre ever recovered from the emotional shock, he would probably never trust them the same way. If that trust disappeared, there would be devastating results.
That must be what this person wanted. But he had probably not assumed that Quatre would ever have someone to rise to his defense. This had changed all of it. If that maid had not stopped him, Heero would have killed Quatre.
But why was he now going to Trowa's body? He was not quite sure himself. He wanted clues, clues that he would not be able to get from Quatre. His sisters would make sure of that. After the attack on Quatre, Heero was certain that none of his sisters would let him even see Quatre again.
Besides, some sixth sense was telling him to check the DNA of Trowa's body. Was it the same person? Sure it was. Heero had been close enough to see the face up close, and it had been without a doubt Trowa's face.
Could someone have stolen Trowa's face? It was only possible in science fiction and fantasy novels. Yet it was not to be totally pushed aside.
The driver of the limo opened the door and ushered him out the door. Heero looked up to see the morgue before him and he straightened his back before walking into the dreary place. The man at the front desk looked grimy and dirty.
"I'd like to examine a body that was recently brought in," Heero muttered. The man looked at him blankly.
"There are no new bodies."
"No new bodies?"
"The driver of our van just called saying they had had a wreck. He said something about a dead body moving, so I assume he'll be here before long."
Heero's eyes narrowed. "What were his exact words?"
"I don't remember, but he was talking about nightmare films, no wounds, and blubbering like a fool."
Heero took in a breath around gritted teeth, looking up at the ceiling. With that, he spun around and stormed out the door. He barked a direction at the driver of the limo and then got into the car. The limo turned around and returned to the crash that Heero had taken note of before.
At the wreck two drivers of a morgue truck were wandering around the destroyed front end, staring into space. Heero jumped out of the vehicle and grabbed one by the shoulders. "What happened?" he demanded.
"A dead body that I took away myself looked at me from the rearview mirror, but he was different." The man's voice was distant, as if he was walking in a vision.
"What was the difference about him?"
"He had had a bullet hole in his head before; this time, he was fully healed."
Heero shook his head. This was the stuff of legends and fairy tales. This could not be real. The driver must have been mistaken.
With shaky legs, Heero went into the back of the truck. What he saw there could have been enough to haunt his memories for years to come. The body bag Trowa had been in was empty, torn apart from a blade. With closer examination, Heero could see that the rips were to the outside, as if the blade had been used from the inside out. But even more horrifying were the two bullets left on the bottom of the bag, clean and ready for use. They had never blown up.
Heero took in a shaky breath and left the truck.
Trowa was not killed by a fake Quatre. It had been a set up. This could not possibly be real. This was the stuff of legends and fairy tales, which really bothered Heero more. He had no idea what they could be dealing with. Many children grew up with knowledge of pretend and the imaginary beings.
Heero had not.
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OOOOHHHH!!! Da da dum . . . The suspense!!!
Well, I think it's just plain funny for the kitchen maid to call Duo a ruffian.
Does anyone have a single clue about what is going on? Try to guess, but I have an idea that many people have figured it out already . . .
Hey, if you read my author's note, please put the word "shark" in the beginning of your review. That will just help me gauge how many people read my notes. Just so that I can tell if I need to put everything in huge print to get the important stuff out. Thanks! ^_^!
Well, that's it for all. Oh, wait! Nearly forgot the tease!
_________________________________________________________
Duo stopped stroking Quatre's hair and smiled at the mentally unbalanced young man. It was really upsetting to him. Surely he would get better! The doctors said that the chemical imbalance had set back his mental capacity to six years old.
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That's all. Namarie, mellon nin!
~ Kay Kylo
