Because it took me so long to get chapter seven up, I decided to stick this
one on as well. So, enjoy. My story is back!!!! I LIVE!!!!!!
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Then silence, like a poultice, comes to heal the blows of sound. –Anonymous
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Trowa was awakened by Quatre's hands tightening gently on his shoulders. He got up, his entire body shaking. He knew what it meant. Today was the day that he'd lose Quatre.
Without caring if his enemies heard him, he let out a scream, echoing all the anguish he could not put to words. His friend, the one that seemed to know what he was thinking, the one that seemed to really care about him as a person, was about to be taken away from him and killed so some spoiled kid could live on.
Quatre had been startled by his outburst, but soon accepted it and wrapped his arms around his pain-filled friend. Though he was not feeling the same way, he could guess what it felt like. To lose. He had lost much as well.
Quatre was scared. He had to be scared; he was going to be killed today. Would they do it quickly? Would it be painless? What would become of Trowa? What would become of the others, his sisters? What would happen after he was dead? Would it just be over, or will there be something else that many people have predicting for years?
But he would not let Trowa feel his fear. If he did, he would only burden Trowa more. So instead, he pretended to be strong. Just as he always pretended.
Trowa's tears were coursing over his face, soaking his shirt. If it hurt him this much to imagine him dying, what about when he was dead? Quatre was thrown into shock at this thought and began to contemplate if he was really ready. Was he ready to die? Was there something else he had to do? Was this the way he was supposed to die?
Slowly, his eyes hardened and he clenched his fists before he returned to comforting Trowa. He would not die today. No matter what they did, he would not die today.
There was an ominous squeak and Quatre looked up. Daichi beckoned him from the doorway. Quatre took in a deep breath and let it out before standing. Trowa stopped crying in shock and reached out to grab him, but Quatre had left his reach.
"No, Quatre!" he cried, desperate. Quatre looked at him, determination filling his eyes. Trowa was stunned, but decided that he would help no matter what it cost him. He got to his feet and started to follow them. Daichi shook his head at Trowa, but Trowa paid him no heed.
"Listen, baka, I don't care if you did hear me or not, but you are not coming," Daichi snapped. Trowa gripped Quatre's shoulder and held him tight.
"Watch me," Trowa snapped back. Daichi's eyes widened before he grabbed Quatre and flung him away and attacked Trowa mercilessly. Quatre was about to join the fray when a cold hand gripped his forearm. He turned slowly to look into Mamoru's cold, empty, light colored eyes. He had a bandage on his right hand, which caused Quatre to pause.
"You will come with me," Mamoru said quietly. Quatre glared at him, but came with him, leaving Trowa to fight his own battle.
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Heero came around the final curve and found Trowa fighting tooth and claw with a rugged looking man who was definitely feeling winded.
Without warning, Duo fired his gun at the offender. The man saw it and allowed it to hit him, but the bullet suddenly materialized in his hand and he spun, ignoring the advancing Trowa. Duo suddenly fell; the man had somehow launched the bullet from his hands at firing speed and had grazed Duo's shoulder. It did not take long for Duo to get back up; the wound was slight.
At that moment, Trowa had tackled the man and had pushed his face into the ground. "Where is he?" Trowa screamed. The man snarled and tried to get out of the hold Trowa had on his hands. Trowa did not let him and lifted his head off the ground with a fistful of hair. "Answer me!"
Heero, Duo, and Wufei stared dumbfounded at Trowa as the man struggled vainly. Heero decided to try and help and pointed his gun to the man's forehead. The man grinned like a madman.
"Do you expect me to fear that?" the man asked. "I know my friend shot me there before, and you were watching, were you not? We planned for you to see it." To Heero's, Duo's, Wufei's and Trowa's shock, the man suddenly morphed in Trowa's hands. The man changed until he looked exactly like Quatre. Dead. The cold, clammy look he had after Duo's double had stabbed him. Heero shuddered inside and felt that sick feeling he had felt when he saw Quatre shoot Trowa. Unable to stand it, Heero quickly and effectively knocked him out with the grip of his gun and replaced his weapon.
"Where did Quatre go?" Heero asked. Trowa glared at him.
"If I knew, do you think I would bother asking him? I think they went that way, though," Trowa said, pointing at an opening across the water. The other pilots stared at him in shock. Trowa shrugged. "It's something this boss has placed on me. I'm forced to talk a lot more now."
Duo was still afraid of him.
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Quatre was pushed into the room where a decaying body was lying. He immediately plugged his nose and made a face that emphasized his disgust. The man laughed. "Well, it's pretty bad, isn't it? It's good, considering he's been dead for a couple hundred years."
Quatre looked at him in disbelief. The man grinned and turned Quatre to face the boy's body. "You will make a good boy for him. He was my son, after all."
'So, you would take another's son, another's brother, another's friend for all of your selfishness?' Quatre thought bitterly.
"Mamoru, the healer is ready," the man said, nodding at a man who looked positively ancient, kept alive by one thought of protecting the body. Mamoru nodded at the man and came closer to Quatre, his hand feeling for something in his pocket. Quatre waited as Mamoru came closer, drawing a switchblade and flicking it out. He did not do anything until Mamoru struck.
Quatre quickly dodged, hoping that his own instincts would help him. The blade passed harmlessly over his head as Mamoru watched him with a surprised expression.
"He dodged me!" Mamoru cried, looking at the man with shock. "Master, he dodged me!" The man shook his head at the incompetence of his workers.
"Yes, Mamoru, that is why you go after him again and go faster!" the man snapped. Mamoru looked confused, but he smiled.
"I see."
"Then get him!"
Mamoru attacked again, only faster this time and Quatre could feel the blade bite his skin, but not too deep. Without thinking, Quatre kicked out as he dodged. He was rewarded with a grunt of pain as his heel connected with Mamoru's knee.
Suddenly, Quatre knew who he was. Mamoru was the gentleman who pretended to be Duo; he had pretended to be himself. That was why he had the bandages. Mamoru was put in the killing parts not because he was good at it, but because he could not reform himself to prevent death.
The blade grazed his skin again and Quatre threw a blow at Mamoru's elbow. The switchblade clattered on the ground and Quatre dove for the sound. Mamoru was flying at him and Quatre did the first thing he thought of. The blade slipped quietly into Mamoru and Quatre stepped back in shock. The shapeshifter looked up at him with wide, confused eyes before he let his hands fall from his wound, letting silvery blood pour onto the ground.
Quatre dropped the knife, his breathing sounding like thunder in his ears. Mamoru smiled slightly before he collapsed and he was gone, like a metal piece melting in a fire, Mamoru was no more than a silvery blob on the ground. Quatre's hands were shaking as he looked at the knife that did it before he heard the man move.
"You," he murmured, his voice shocked. "You actually," he paused to gather his strength. "You actually defeated him."
Quatre wanted to plead forgiveness, but he could think of nothing to say if he could have spoken his apologies. "You will be perfect for my boy!" the man said, his voice a trembling sound, hope filling his tone.
He looked up at him and hoped against hope that he would let him say something before he died. Quatre gripped the knife; he would not die; he had told himself that to not hurt Trowa. He would not die.
Quatre looked at his hands and saw the silvery stuff that made up Mamoru covering them. He nearly recoiled in disgust but decided now was not the time. His hand clenched and he got ready to fight for his life, if need be.
The man looked at his determined face and grinned before he waved his hand. "What are you thinking? Tell me," the man commanded.
"You are very selfish," Quatre said plainly.
The man gave him a quizzical look. "Explain to me then why all the world is selfish and you rebuke me for it."
"Not all the world is selfish. People give of themselves and their time to help others. You are totally selfish. To save your own son, you'd take someone else's son. Imagine what they will go through," Quatre's mouth said, though his mind was confused. "Imagine what my family will feel when they find I'm dead to bring back a corpse. You should know what it feels like; you lost your son. They will feel the same."
The man grinned wickedly. "A corpse? Quite true, but in a few minutes, that is all you will be."
A sharp shooting pain ran up Quatre's back and he pulled away from the pain to find a blade in his back, the healer's hand wrapped around it. Quatre was sure his scream could have woken the dead, and for a moment it seemed it did, because the body seemed to take form again as a less-decayed body.
Suddenly, he felt weak. Very, very weak. He looked up to find the man laughing madly and Quatre chuckled. What would the boy think? If he was anything like Quatre, he would have hated to find another died unwillingly for him.
Black swirled around his vision and Quatre saw that the body was starting to twitch. Quatre smiled drunkenly before he blacked out.
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Yay, Quatre's dying. I do that a lot, I've realized. Especially in my next gundam fic coming out. He's so close to dying several times.
This is the second to last chapter. I'm nearly done. Chapter nine will come out and it's over! Chapter nine shout outs will be on my next gundam fic, okeyday? Specifically, Fe Desplazada. Look for it coming to a computer near you!
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The man was laughing insanely in a corner and Wufei was dealing with him. The healer was completely lost. Duo was only watching Trowa's grief with a watery wide-eyed look and he could only lower his head. __________________________________________
Review, if you please
~ Kay Kylo
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Then silence, like a poultice, comes to heal the blows of sound. –Anonymous
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Trowa was awakened by Quatre's hands tightening gently on his shoulders. He got up, his entire body shaking. He knew what it meant. Today was the day that he'd lose Quatre.
Without caring if his enemies heard him, he let out a scream, echoing all the anguish he could not put to words. His friend, the one that seemed to know what he was thinking, the one that seemed to really care about him as a person, was about to be taken away from him and killed so some spoiled kid could live on.
Quatre had been startled by his outburst, but soon accepted it and wrapped his arms around his pain-filled friend. Though he was not feeling the same way, he could guess what it felt like. To lose. He had lost much as well.
Quatre was scared. He had to be scared; he was going to be killed today. Would they do it quickly? Would it be painless? What would become of Trowa? What would become of the others, his sisters? What would happen after he was dead? Would it just be over, or will there be something else that many people have predicting for years?
But he would not let Trowa feel his fear. If he did, he would only burden Trowa more. So instead, he pretended to be strong. Just as he always pretended.
Trowa's tears were coursing over his face, soaking his shirt. If it hurt him this much to imagine him dying, what about when he was dead? Quatre was thrown into shock at this thought and began to contemplate if he was really ready. Was he ready to die? Was there something else he had to do? Was this the way he was supposed to die?
Slowly, his eyes hardened and he clenched his fists before he returned to comforting Trowa. He would not die today. No matter what they did, he would not die today.
There was an ominous squeak and Quatre looked up. Daichi beckoned him from the doorway. Quatre took in a deep breath and let it out before standing. Trowa stopped crying in shock and reached out to grab him, but Quatre had left his reach.
"No, Quatre!" he cried, desperate. Quatre looked at him, determination filling his eyes. Trowa was stunned, but decided that he would help no matter what it cost him. He got to his feet and started to follow them. Daichi shook his head at Trowa, but Trowa paid him no heed.
"Listen, baka, I don't care if you did hear me or not, but you are not coming," Daichi snapped. Trowa gripped Quatre's shoulder and held him tight.
"Watch me," Trowa snapped back. Daichi's eyes widened before he grabbed Quatre and flung him away and attacked Trowa mercilessly. Quatre was about to join the fray when a cold hand gripped his forearm. He turned slowly to look into Mamoru's cold, empty, light colored eyes. He had a bandage on his right hand, which caused Quatre to pause.
"You will come with me," Mamoru said quietly. Quatre glared at him, but came with him, leaving Trowa to fight his own battle.
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Heero came around the final curve and found Trowa fighting tooth and claw with a rugged looking man who was definitely feeling winded.
Without warning, Duo fired his gun at the offender. The man saw it and allowed it to hit him, but the bullet suddenly materialized in his hand and he spun, ignoring the advancing Trowa. Duo suddenly fell; the man had somehow launched the bullet from his hands at firing speed and had grazed Duo's shoulder. It did not take long for Duo to get back up; the wound was slight.
At that moment, Trowa had tackled the man and had pushed his face into the ground. "Where is he?" Trowa screamed. The man snarled and tried to get out of the hold Trowa had on his hands. Trowa did not let him and lifted his head off the ground with a fistful of hair. "Answer me!"
Heero, Duo, and Wufei stared dumbfounded at Trowa as the man struggled vainly. Heero decided to try and help and pointed his gun to the man's forehead. The man grinned like a madman.
"Do you expect me to fear that?" the man asked. "I know my friend shot me there before, and you were watching, were you not? We planned for you to see it." To Heero's, Duo's, Wufei's and Trowa's shock, the man suddenly morphed in Trowa's hands. The man changed until he looked exactly like Quatre. Dead. The cold, clammy look he had after Duo's double had stabbed him. Heero shuddered inside and felt that sick feeling he had felt when he saw Quatre shoot Trowa. Unable to stand it, Heero quickly and effectively knocked him out with the grip of his gun and replaced his weapon.
"Where did Quatre go?" Heero asked. Trowa glared at him.
"If I knew, do you think I would bother asking him? I think they went that way, though," Trowa said, pointing at an opening across the water. The other pilots stared at him in shock. Trowa shrugged. "It's something this boss has placed on me. I'm forced to talk a lot more now."
Duo was still afraid of him.
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Quatre was pushed into the room where a decaying body was lying. He immediately plugged his nose and made a face that emphasized his disgust. The man laughed. "Well, it's pretty bad, isn't it? It's good, considering he's been dead for a couple hundred years."
Quatre looked at him in disbelief. The man grinned and turned Quatre to face the boy's body. "You will make a good boy for him. He was my son, after all."
'So, you would take another's son, another's brother, another's friend for all of your selfishness?' Quatre thought bitterly.
"Mamoru, the healer is ready," the man said, nodding at a man who looked positively ancient, kept alive by one thought of protecting the body. Mamoru nodded at the man and came closer to Quatre, his hand feeling for something in his pocket. Quatre waited as Mamoru came closer, drawing a switchblade and flicking it out. He did not do anything until Mamoru struck.
Quatre quickly dodged, hoping that his own instincts would help him. The blade passed harmlessly over his head as Mamoru watched him with a surprised expression.
"He dodged me!" Mamoru cried, looking at the man with shock. "Master, he dodged me!" The man shook his head at the incompetence of his workers.
"Yes, Mamoru, that is why you go after him again and go faster!" the man snapped. Mamoru looked confused, but he smiled.
"I see."
"Then get him!"
Mamoru attacked again, only faster this time and Quatre could feel the blade bite his skin, but not too deep. Without thinking, Quatre kicked out as he dodged. He was rewarded with a grunt of pain as his heel connected with Mamoru's knee.
Suddenly, Quatre knew who he was. Mamoru was the gentleman who pretended to be Duo; he had pretended to be himself. That was why he had the bandages. Mamoru was put in the killing parts not because he was good at it, but because he could not reform himself to prevent death.
The blade grazed his skin again and Quatre threw a blow at Mamoru's elbow. The switchblade clattered on the ground and Quatre dove for the sound. Mamoru was flying at him and Quatre did the first thing he thought of. The blade slipped quietly into Mamoru and Quatre stepped back in shock. The shapeshifter looked up at him with wide, confused eyes before he let his hands fall from his wound, letting silvery blood pour onto the ground.
Quatre dropped the knife, his breathing sounding like thunder in his ears. Mamoru smiled slightly before he collapsed and he was gone, like a metal piece melting in a fire, Mamoru was no more than a silvery blob on the ground. Quatre's hands were shaking as he looked at the knife that did it before he heard the man move.
"You," he murmured, his voice shocked. "You actually," he paused to gather his strength. "You actually defeated him."
Quatre wanted to plead forgiveness, but he could think of nothing to say if he could have spoken his apologies. "You will be perfect for my boy!" the man said, his voice a trembling sound, hope filling his tone.
He looked up at him and hoped against hope that he would let him say something before he died. Quatre gripped the knife; he would not die; he had told himself that to not hurt Trowa. He would not die.
Quatre looked at his hands and saw the silvery stuff that made up Mamoru covering them. He nearly recoiled in disgust but decided now was not the time. His hand clenched and he got ready to fight for his life, if need be.
The man looked at his determined face and grinned before he waved his hand. "What are you thinking? Tell me," the man commanded.
"You are very selfish," Quatre said plainly.
The man gave him a quizzical look. "Explain to me then why all the world is selfish and you rebuke me for it."
"Not all the world is selfish. People give of themselves and their time to help others. You are totally selfish. To save your own son, you'd take someone else's son. Imagine what they will go through," Quatre's mouth said, though his mind was confused. "Imagine what my family will feel when they find I'm dead to bring back a corpse. You should know what it feels like; you lost your son. They will feel the same."
The man grinned wickedly. "A corpse? Quite true, but in a few minutes, that is all you will be."
A sharp shooting pain ran up Quatre's back and he pulled away from the pain to find a blade in his back, the healer's hand wrapped around it. Quatre was sure his scream could have woken the dead, and for a moment it seemed it did, because the body seemed to take form again as a less-decayed body.
Suddenly, he felt weak. Very, very weak. He looked up to find the man laughing madly and Quatre chuckled. What would the boy think? If he was anything like Quatre, he would have hated to find another died unwillingly for him.
Black swirled around his vision and Quatre saw that the body was starting to twitch. Quatre smiled drunkenly before he blacked out.
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Yay, Quatre's dying. I do that a lot, I've realized. Especially in my next gundam fic coming out. He's so close to dying several times.
This is the second to last chapter. I'm nearly done. Chapter nine will come out and it's over! Chapter nine shout outs will be on my next gundam fic, okeyday? Specifically, Fe Desplazada. Look for it coming to a computer near you!
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The man was laughing insanely in a corner and Wufei was dealing with him. The healer was completely lost. Duo was only watching Trowa's grief with a watery wide-eyed look and he could only lower his head. __________________________________________
Review, if you please
~ Kay Kylo
