3.Something is missing:
Narrator's POV:
Wu Fei raised his eyebrows in surprise as he checked his inbox. Out of sheer boredom, Wu Fei had decided to look at the long-forgotten mail. They were mainly messages from Quatre at regular intervals, but after a certain date there were no more sent. Scanning them, they were all the same: asking for news, recent happennings, and so on. But the last one was different. It was written in the same style, but one sentence was added at the end: 'I do miss you and the others, but I do not want to become a burden. I wish you a long and successful life. Goodbye, Quatre.'
"So," said Duo to himself, chuckling as he read Quatre's last message, "couldn't keep up the pretense of the good guy, could you, Quat? It's alright, at least my inbox wouldn't be loaded with messages that are not opened anyway. Wonder what you're doing now..."
As for Heero and Trowa, they weren't that interested to see Quatre's last message. Little did they know at that moment that their life was not perfect at all, in fact, one thing was missing. And that one thing made all the difference in the world...
Trowa huffed in exasperation, making his long bangs fly off his face showing his other eye for one brief moment. For some reason, he felt depressed and bored. 'Why do I feel like this?' he asked himself silently. 'There is no war; I don't have to fight. I should be happy, but...' He growled as his train of thoughts reached the same dead end. 'Why didn't I feel so depressed before?' a new question popped into the teenager's head. His heart missed a beat as he realised the answer: Duo would have noticed his depression and would have tried to cheer him up, or Quatre would have talked to him and put him at ease.
Quatre... he stopped at that name as memories flooded back to his mind since the end of the war. He remembered Quatre's request to stay in contact and how he had ignored all his messages. Trowa suddenly felt sad. He jumped up from the bed and attacked the cupboard, looking for something he had long forgotten.
"Where is it?" he hissed at the drawers. "There!" From the midst of his clothes, Trowa took out an old black turtleneck sweater and pants. In the middle of its folds there was a picture Quatre had given him months ago. He traced his finger over each and every one of them as realisation struck him hard. Heero, Duo, Quatre and Wu Fei... he missed them a lot at that moment. 'Where are you now, guys?' he wondered sadly.
This was completely ridiculous, Heero decided as he paced his room back and forth. The perfect soldier, who stood firm in the face of fear, anger, hatred and even death was now defeated by the one thing no one had ever imagined: love. Heero felt lonely. Those friends which he had managed to make after the war had left him because they didn't understand. Doctor J had trained Heero to be a soldier, not a sociable person. The people around him got offended by his trademark 'Hn'.
'Guess it's my fault they don't speak Heero,' the brown-haired boy thought sarcastically to himself, remembering those words from the past. He stopped frozen in his tracks as realisation dawned on him: the comrades he had tried to forget were actually the only people in the world who understood him. Heero knew that they were the reason that kept him going through the war. Yes, it was Duo, Trowa, Quatre and Wu Fei; these were the people he loved and they loved him back.
After turning the attic inside out, Heero found what he was looking for: a green spandex top, black shorts and a pair of worn out sports shoes. He held the fabric to his chest and started as a photograph fell out of the clothes. It was the one Quatre had forced them to take. At that very moment, Heero wished he could go back in time. As he pulled on the clothes, he made a statement,
"I'm the world's perfect idiot," he told the wrecked attic. "But I'm going back."
"WHY?" yelled Wu Fi, driving his fist into the wall and getting rained with plaster. Apparently, Wu Fei was very angry because of the fact that he hadn't been able to meditate for a week.
'Calm down, Wu Fei,' he thought. 'Calm down and think: what did you do before when you couldn't meditate?' A small truthful voice at the back of his head spoke up, 'You listened to Quatre playing his violin, or just went to fight with Maxwell and then your mind cleared.'
Wu Fei narrowed his at what the voice told him. He searched around his neat and fashionable apartment till he found the photograph. As the familiar faces came back to his mind, Wu Fei understood what was missing.
"I have been such an injustice!" he hissed at himself, "But that doesn't mean I'm not going back..."
To be continued...
Narrator's POV:
Wu Fei raised his eyebrows in surprise as he checked his inbox. Out of sheer boredom, Wu Fei had decided to look at the long-forgotten mail. They were mainly messages from Quatre at regular intervals, but after a certain date there were no more sent. Scanning them, they were all the same: asking for news, recent happennings, and so on. But the last one was different. It was written in the same style, but one sentence was added at the end: 'I do miss you and the others, but I do not want to become a burden. I wish you a long and successful life. Goodbye, Quatre.'
"So," said Duo to himself, chuckling as he read Quatre's last message, "couldn't keep up the pretense of the good guy, could you, Quat? It's alright, at least my inbox wouldn't be loaded with messages that are not opened anyway. Wonder what you're doing now..."
As for Heero and Trowa, they weren't that interested to see Quatre's last message. Little did they know at that moment that their life was not perfect at all, in fact, one thing was missing. And that one thing made all the difference in the world...
Trowa huffed in exasperation, making his long bangs fly off his face showing his other eye for one brief moment. For some reason, he felt depressed and bored. 'Why do I feel like this?' he asked himself silently. 'There is no war; I don't have to fight. I should be happy, but...' He growled as his train of thoughts reached the same dead end. 'Why didn't I feel so depressed before?' a new question popped into the teenager's head. His heart missed a beat as he realised the answer: Duo would have noticed his depression and would have tried to cheer him up, or Quatre would have talked to him and put him at ease.
Quatre... he stopped at that name as memories flooded back to his mind since the end of the war. He remembered Quatre's request to stay in contact and how he had ignored all his messages. Trowa suddenly felt sad. He jumped up from the bed and attacked the cupboard, looking for something he had long forgotten.
"Where is it?" he hissed at the drawers. "There!" From the midst of his clothes, Trowa took out an old black turtleneck sweater and pants. In the middle of its folds there was a picture Quatre had given him months ago. He traced his finger over each and every one of them as realisation struck him hard. Heero, Duo, Quatre and Wu Fei... he missed them a lot at that moment. 'Where are you now, guys?' he wondered sadly.
This was completely ridiculous, Heero decided as he paced his room back and forth. The perfect soldier, who stood firm in the face of fear, anger, hatred and even death was now defeated by the one thing no one had ever imagined: love. Heero felt lonely. Those friends which he had managed to make after the war had left him because they didn't understand. Doctor J had trained Heero to be a soldier, not a sociable person. The people around him got offended by his trademark 'Hn'.
'Guess it's my fault they don't speak Heero,' the brown-haired boy thought sarcastically to himself, remembering those words from the past. He stopped frozen in his tracks as realisation dawned on him: the comrades he had tried to forget were actually the only people in the world who understood him. Heero knew that they were the reason that kept him going through the war. Yes, it was Duo, Trowa, Quatre and Wu Fei; these were the people he loved and they loved him back.
After turning the attic inside out, Heero found what he was looking for: a green spandex top, black shorts and a pair of worn out sports shoes. He held the fabric to his chest and started as a photograph fell out of the clothes. It was the one Quatre had forced them to take. At that very moment, Heero wished he could go back in time. As he pulled on the clothes, he made a statement,
"I'm the world's perfect idiot," he told the wrecked attic. "But I'm going back."
"WHY?" yelled Wu Fi, driving his fist into the wall and getting rained with plaster. Apparently, Wu Fei was very angry because of the fact that he hadn't been able to meditate for a week.
'Calm down, Wu Fei,' he thought. 'Calm down and think: what did you do before when you couldn't meditate?' A small truthful voice at the back of his head spoke up, 'You listened to Quatre playing his violin, or just went to fight with Maxwell and then your mind cleared.'
Wu Fei narrowed his at what the voice told him. He searched around his neat and fashionable apartment till he found the photograph. As the familiar faces came back to his mind, Wu Fei understood what was missing.
"I have been such an injustice!" he hissed at himself, "But that doesn't mean I'm not going back..."
To be continued...