Disclaimers: All normal apply, blah blah blah.
Warnings: Yaoi! 1x2, 3x4. As of now nothing much, just implied, later that
may change ^_~
Authors Note: This wonderful fic that you are about to read is not, sadly,
all mine. You didn't honestly think I was that good did you? No, I didn't
think so. Well anyways, this was co-written by the wonderfully talented
Holly, known to most as Berrful Hunter. So half the credit for this goes to
her, make sure she receives it guys!! Go read her stuff too k ^^
I know this one is shorter, but bear with me ^^ Go read! Now!
Trowa sat down across from Quatre at the table, placing the ring on the circular piece of fine oak as he did so. For a while the room was silent, and, surprisingly, it was Trowa who broke the silence. "Try to remember what was said. Take your time." He sat back in his chair, raising his eyes to meet Quatre's for a very brief moment. His eyes were unreadable even to the blond as Trowa started picking up and dropping the ring intentionally on the table, his own way of passing time by as Quatre thought.
Quatre furrowed his brow and let out a lungful of air. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what was said to no avail. He continued on this train of thought and after a minute he opened his eyes and mouth, like he was about to say something. Instead he clutched his head, "Ah!" Trowa looked up at him, concern written over his normally placid face, "What's wrong?" Quatre moaned and held his head. He panted and spoke in short gasps, like someone had kicked him in the ribs. "I thought I had it, but now it just...hurts."
Hesitantly, Trowa stood and walked the four steps to Quatre, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down. Take a deep breath." Instructed Heavyarms' pilot, keeping the concern in his voice under control; not wanting to seem uneasy or scared, which he feared would only make Quatre feel nervous. Out of the corner of his eye he glared at the ring.
Quatre calmed down a bit at the feel of Trowa's hand, but still struggled with his breathing. Trowa stared down at his friend, "Can you walk?" Quatre tried to nod, but only managed to jostle his head, which caused another moan to slip from his lips. Trowa looked as though he was contemplating something, then put the ring in his pocket and slipped his arm around Quatre's waist and hoisted him up easily. He made his was up the stairs, doing his best not to move him around too much, and made his way to the room they shared.
Once they were inside the room, Trowa walked over to Quatre's bed and helped the Arabian to relax back onto the soft mattress, all the while keeping a close eye on the smaller boy. He stiffened slightly when he felt Quatre lean on him a little, but he soon realized the blond boy was probably tired and nervous about something, and quickly loosened his muscles. It felt...right, and warm, pleasing almost to have such close contact with his friend.
He sat down on the chair next to the bed, watching Quatre carefully. The Arabian turned his turquoise eyes towards the taller boy and managed a hoarse, "thank you." Trowa nodded, "Are you alright now?" Quatre barely moved his head in affirmation, "I'll be ok."
A few minutes went by without sound, until Quatre caught a glimpse of the ring from Trowa's pocket. A queasy feeling took over him as a familiar voice echoed in his head. //You know you're not going to win. Surrender and we'll see what fate the stars hold for you, young one.// Quatre stared trance-like ahead of him, the voice taking over his conscious mind and drowning out the sound of Trowa calling his name, Trowa going to get the others, and Trowa coming back into the room with Duo, Heero, and WuFei behind him, expressions varying from worried to empty to suspicious in respective order. //Not too much longer...// Suddenly reality hit him, and Quatre shook his head as he snapped back to his surroundings. He looked into everyone's eyes. "W-what?" Someone cleared their throat to the boy's left, and Quatre turned to see Trowa, worry clearly visible on his face.
He blinked, and noticed all the other pilots standing around the room. He blanched, "H-how did you get here?" The others looked on with various states of confusion written on their faces, "You didn't see us?" Duo asked. He shook his head, careful not to do it to hard. "And you don't remember anything you said?" He repeated his action. Everyone looked at each other, then back to the confused pilot.
"What...did I say?" Quatre asked the others, tension building in his voice. The others looked at one another hesitantly. Pilot 04 searched for an answer in each of the other pilot's eyes, but found none until the reply to his question was mouthed.
He blinked again, "What?"
Duo sighed and repeated, "That's the thing...we couldn't understand." Quatre now looked utterly baffled about the whole situation. Trowa looked up at everyone.
"I understood some." Heero nodded.
"So did I." Duo and WuFei looked at each other.
"Well what language was it?"
Trowa looked at Heero. "Some form of Latin?" Heero nodded in agreement.
"Latin? But...I don't even speak Latin," Quatre said, surprised. He drew his knees into his chest and clasped his hands around his ankles. "I don't understand this at all! Ever since I found that ring, something's been happening to me and I don't know what it is," Quatre found himself saying. He felt everyone's eyes on him.
He sighed and rolled over to face the wall. "I'm sorry everyone, I just need to sleep." Duo stared in a mix of sympathy and shock at Quatre's back. This was very unlike him. Whatever that thing was, it was making him very distressed. Quatre winced and clutched his knees, "Please stop that." Everyone looked at him, confused. Trowa looked around at the other pilots, noticing they all had looks of sympathy, anger and distaste written all over their faces. He cocked his head, 'He can feel it...' he thought to himself.
Trowa nodded at Duo, Heero, and WuFei, silently telling them to leave the room. They glanced at Quatre before filing out of the room one by one, until only Trowa was left, his hand on Quatre's. "We need to find out what is wrong, and why the ring is doing whatever it is to you," he said softly. "We'll find an answer." Trowa then removed his hand from Quatre's and brushed his bangs away from his eyes a little. He was beginning to hate the ring.
Quatre grabbed Trowa's hand before he had a chance to withdraw it from his face, "Trowa...I'm scared. I don't know what's going on." He whispered. 03 looked down at Quatre, who had not relinquished his grasp on his hand, "We'll figure it out...I promise." He rarely made promises, and when he did he always kept them. He had no intention to break this one.
"Thank you," Quatre breathed quietly, clinging to the security Trowa's hand provided him. He unconsciously nuzzled his head against the green-eyed pilot's hand, then realized what he was doing and stopped, a very light pink appearing in his cheeks. "Sorry," he apologized quickly, still grasping tightly to Trowa's hand. He just hoped they would find out what was going on, and soon.
Trowa nodded, then realized Quatre couldn't see him, "It's ok." He didn't know quite what to do, Quatre was still holding onto his hand, and it was becoming obvious that he had fallen asleep. He peered over the blonde's shoulder and found his suspicions were correct. The tall pilot sighed, he knew Quatre was a light sleeper and pulling his hand away would wake him and he defiantly deserved all the sleep he could get. He moved and lay down behind the boy, hoping he wouldn't freak out when he awoke.
*He was standing before a mountain of corpses, each pair of dead and hollow eyes from every body staring at him hauntingly, beckoning him to join them in their death. With a thump! he fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands. Something was taking over him again, something evil. "No...no please, leave me alone..." he whispered to the air, not noticing as the dead bodies started rising to limp feet, as if controlled by an invisible puppeteer. Moans from the corpses started filling the air, and his aqua eyes shot open, his hands jerking down to his sides as the bodies came nearer to him, nearer, nearer, hands outstretched, reaching for him... He screamed, and they were upon him.
Trowa sat down across from Quatre at the table, placing the ring on the circular piece of fine oak as he did so. For a while the room was silent, and, surprisingly, it was Trowa who broke the silence. "Try to remember what was said. Take your time." He sat back in his chair, raising his eyes to meet Quatre's for a very brief moment. His eyes were unreadable even to the blond as Trowa started picking up and dropping the ring intentionally on the table, his own way of passing time by as Quatre thought.
Quatre furrowed his brow and let out a lungful of air. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what was said to no avail. He continued on this train of thought and after a minute he opened his eyes and mouth, like he was about to say something. Instead he clutched his head, "Ah!" Trowa looked up at him, concern written over his normally placid face, "What's wrong?" Quatre moaned and held his head. He panted and spoke in short gasps, like someone had kicked him in the ribs. "I thought I had it, but now it just...hurts."
Hesitantly, Trowa stood and walked the four steps to Quatre, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down. Take a deep breath." Instructed Heavyarms' pilot, keeping the concern in his voice under control; not wanting to seem uneasy or scared, which he feared would only make Quatre feel nervous. Out of the corner of his eye he glared at the ring.
Quatre calmed down a bit at the feel of Trowa's hand, but still struggled with his breathing. Trowa stared down at his friend, "Can you walk?" Quatre tried to nod, but only managed to jostle his head, which caused another moan to slip from his lips. Trowa looked as though he was contemplating something, then put the ring in his pocket and slipped his arm around Quatre's waist and hoisted him up easily. He made his was up the stairs, doing his best not to move him around too much, and made his way to the room they shared.
Once they were inside the room, Trowa walked over to Quatre's bed and helped the Arabian to relax back onto the soft mattress, all the while keeping a close eye on the smaller boy. He stiffened slightly when he felt Quatre lean on him a little, but he soon realized the blond boy was probably tired and nervous about something, and quickly loosened his muscles. It felt...right, and warm, pleasing almost to have such close contact with his friend.
He sat down on the chair next to the bed, watching Quatre carefully. The Arabian turned his turquoise eyes towards the taller boy and managed a hoarse, "thank you." Trowa nodded, "Are you alright now?" Quatre barely moved his head in affirmation, "I'll be ok."
A few minutes went by without sound, until Quatre caught a glimpse of the ring from Trowa's pocket. A queasy feeling took over him as a familiar voice echoed in his head. //You know you're not going to win. Surrender and we'll see what fate the stars hold for you, young one.// Quatre stared trance-like ahead of him, the voice taking over his conscious mind and drowning out the sound of Trowa calling his name, Trowa going to get the others, and Trowa coming back into the room with Duo, Heero, and WuFei behind him, expressions varying from worried to empty to suspicious in respective order. //Not too much longer...// Suddenly reality hit him, and Quatre shook his head as he snapped back to his surroundings. He looked into everyone's eyes. "W-what?" Someone cleared their throat to the boy's left, and Quatre turned to see Trowa, worry clearly visible on his face.
He blinked, and noticed all the other pilots standing around the room. He blanched, "H-how did you get here?" The others looked on with various states of confusion written on their faces, "You didn't see us?" Duo asked. He shook his head, careful not to do it to hard. "And you don't remember anything you said?" He repeated his action. Everyone looked at each other, then back to the confused pilot.
"What...did I say?" Quatre asked the others, tension building in his voice. The others looked at one another hesitantly. Pilot 04 searched for an answer in each of the other pilot's eyes, but found none until the reply to his question was mouthed.
He blinked again, "What?"
Duo sighed and repeated, "That's the thing...we couldn't understand." Quatre now looked utterly baffled about the whole situation. Trowa looked up at everyone.
"I understood some." Heero nodded.
"So did I." Duo and WuFei looked at each other.
"Well what language was it?"
Trowa looked at Heero. "Some form of Latin?" Heero nodded in agreement.
"Latin? But...I don't even speak Latin," Quatre said, surprised. He drew his knees into his chest and clasped his hands around his ankles. "I don't understand this at all! Ever since I found that ring, something's been happening to me and I don't know what it is," Quatre found himself saying. He felt everyone's eyes on him.
He sighed and rolled over to face the wall. "I'm sorry everyone, I just need to sleep." Duo stared in a mix of sympathy and shock at Quatre's back. This was very unlike him. Whatever that thing was, it was making him very distressed. Quatre winced and clutched his knees, "Please stop that." Everyone looked at him, confused. Trowa looked around at the other pilots, noticing they all had looks of sympathy, anger and distaste written all over their faces. He cocked his head, 'He can feel it...' he thought to himself.
Trowa nodded at Duo, Heero, and WuFei, silently telling them to leave the room. They glanced at Quatre before filing out of the room one by one, until only Trowa was left, his hand on Quatre's. "We need to find out what is wrong, and why the ring is doing whatever it is to you," he said softly. "We'll find an answer." Trowa then removed his hand from Quatre's and brushed his bangs away from his eyes a little. He was beginning to hate the ring.
Quatre grabbed Trowa's hand before he had a chance to withdraw it from his face, "Trowa...I'm scared. I don't know what's going on." He whispered. 03 looked down at Quatre, who had not relinquished his grasp on his hand, "We'll figure it out...I promise." He rarely made promises, and when he did he always kept them. He had no intention to break this one.
"Thank you," Quatre breathed quietly, clinging to the security Trowa's hand provided him. He unconsciously nuzzled his head against the green-eyed pilot's hand, then realized what he was doing and stopped, a very light pink appearing in his cheeks. "Sorry," he apologized quickly, still grasping tightly to Trowa's hand. He just hoped they would find out what was going on, and soon.
Trowa nodded, then realized Quatre couldn't see him, "It's ok." He didn't know quite what to do, Quatre was still holding onto his hand, and it was becoming obvious that he had fallen asleep. He peered over the blonde's shoulder and found his suspicions were correct. The tall pilot sighed, he knew Quatre was a light sleeper and pulling his hand away would wake him and he defiantly deserved all the sleep he could get. He moved and lay down behind the boy, hoping he wouldn't freak out when he awoke.
*He was standing before a mountain of corpses, each pair of dead and hollow eyes from every body staring at him hauntingly, beckoning him to join them in their death. With a thump! he fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands. Something was taking over him again, something evil. "No...no please, leave me alone..." he whispered to the air, not noticing as the dead bodies started rising to limp feet, as if controlled by an invisible puppeteer. Moans from the corpses started filling the air, and his aqua eyes shot open, his hands jerking down to his sides as the bodies came nearer to him, nearer, nearer, hands outstretched, reaching for him... He screamed, and they were upon him.