Me: Heys again! Wait a minuet.where is Wufei?
Trowa: He locked himself in the bathroom. He said something about having to protect the little sanity he had left.
Me: Oh, that sucks
Quatre: Won't he starve in there or something?
Kristen: It would be his own fault then won't it Quarte.
Me: Not like I'm forcing him to stay in their.besides, there's lots of toothpaste anyways in there!
Quatre: Oh, ~walks off to try and talk Wufei out of the bathroom~
Heero: Mistress Of Anime does not own Gundam Wing and it's charaters.
Wufei: If she did I would of lock myself in the bathroom long ago!
~*~Chapter 3~*~
~*~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~*~
About a week later, just after New Years Quatre was finally released from the hospital. Trowa wheeled Quarter out of the hospital on a wheel chair to a taxi waiting just outside. (A/N: I don't know what it is about hospitals and wheelchairs.however I do know that.. I WANT ONE! Anyways.story.)
"Are you ok Quatre?" Asked Trowa worriedly, looking at Quatre's expression that was on his sweet face. The few bruise that had been on it slowly still fading. Quatre didn't respond.
"Quatre?" he asked the other again. Quatre shook his head as if to bring his thoughts back to the real world. He turned his head to look at Trowa kneeling next to him, "Are you ok?" Trowa asked again.
Quatre nodded his head in response saying nothing as Trowa offered a hand to help Quatre into the car. Trowa hid his slight disappointment in Quatre's reaction. He barley said anything when he or Duo visited. Duo having to leave the previous day. Trowa shook his head slightly; he had no clue how to deal with the quite Quatre.
The ride home seemed to pass quickly and quietly. The only conversation seemed to be between Trowa and the cab driver as he paid the man. Quatre stoop up out of the cab looking at the apartment complex with a slight look of being lost and confused as a child might have. Trowa came up next to him, looking from the complex to Quatre than back.
"Come on Quatre lets get inside before we freeze." Said Trowa, not really noticing the way he seemed to talk to Quatre. As if he really was much younger than him. Quatre didn't really seem to notice and only followed Trowa inside, into the warmth of the building.
"Are you hungry?" Trowa asked as the two settled in. Quatre, who was just sitting on the couch, shook his head no.
"I think I might go have a nap. I'm kind of tired." He said standing up and walking towards the larger bedroom. Trowa followed behind.
"I'm fine." Stated Quatre stubbornly as Trowa stood in the doorway watching Quatre's every move. "You don't have to watch me you know," Quatre continued bitterly. Trowa stood back from the doorway, shocked at Quatre's tone of voice.
Trowa said nothing at Quatre's bitterness. He couldn't find any words to say, but nodded and left Quatre alone, who changed into a set of pajama and curled under the soft covers. And dreams came quickly.
//Smack, whip, kick, crunch~ The sound of a million curses~ Wood on raw fresh skin~ The blood running all to freely~ I try to call out~ But who is there to here me? ~ You aren't here~ You are fall way~ In your own world, oblivious to my pain~ Where are you? I need you now~ You said you would be there when I needed you? ~ So where are you? ~ Please come~ My innocent is the main victim here~ As well as my trust~ You promised. ~//
(A/N: I have no clue where the hell that came from in my mind! Though it is a poem, (~ stands for new line) and though it can be for anyone. I guess in this story it's in Quatre's POV more or less towards Trowa)
~*~
Me: And I would like to thank Kayla for that poem...My voices are great!
Trowa: Where is she? Wasn't she here last chapter?
Lily: She is one of the ones that comes and goes..HEY! Duo wanna annoy Heero with me!
Duo: Sures!
Lily: Heero
Heero: What?
Duo: Heero
Heero What? ~keeps going like that~
Kristen: I guess I'm closing cause Quatre is still trying to talk Wufei out of the bathroom. Please R+R. Also thanks to all that have reviewed so far and keep doing so! Our support is great. And any flames that are given will be used to cook Mr. Simths over a fire on a spit!
Trowa: He locked himself in the bathroom. He said something about having to protect the little sanity he had left.
Me: Oh, that sucks
Quatre: Won't he starve in there or something?
Kristen: It would be his own fault then won't it Quarte.
Me: Not like I'm forcing him to stay in their.besides, there's lots of toothpaste anyways in there!
Quatre: Oh, ~walks off to try and talk Wufei out of the bathroom~
Heero: Mistress Of Anime does not own Gundam Wing and it's charaters.
Wufei: If she did I would of lock myself in the bathroom long ago!
~*~Chapter 3~*~
~*~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~*~
About a week later, just after New Years Quatre was finally released from the hospital. Trowa wheeled Quarter out of the hospital on a wheel chair to a taxi waiting just outside. (A/N: I don't know what it is about hospitals and wheelchairs.however I do know that.. I WANT ONE! Anyways.story.)
"Are you ok Quatre?" Asked Trowa worriedly, looking at Quatre's expression that was on his sweet face. The few bruise that had been on it slowly still fading. Quatre didn't respond.
"Quatre?" he asked the other again. Quatre shook his head as if to bring his thoughts back to the real world. He turned his head to look at Trowa kneeling next to him, "Are you ok?" Trowa asked again.
Quatre nodded his head in response saying nothing as Trowa offered a hand to help Quatre into the car. Trowa hid his slight disappointment in Quatre's reaction. He barley said anything when he or Duo visited. Duo having to leave the previous day. Trowa shook his head slightly; he had no clue how to deal with the quite Quatre.
The ride home seemed to pass quickly and quietly. The only conversation seemed to be between Trowa and the cab driver as he paid the man. Quatre stoop up out of the cab looking at the apartment complex with a slight look of being lost and confused as a child might have. Trowa came up next to him, looking from the complex to Quatre than back.
"Come on Quatre lets get inside before we freeze." Said Trowa, not really noticing the way he seemed to talk to Quatre. As if he really was much younger than him. Quatre didn't really seem to notice and only followed Trowa inside, into the warmth of the building.
"Are you hungry?" Trowa asked as the two settled in. Quatre, who was just sitting on the couch, shook his head no.
"I think I might go have a nap. I'm kind of tired." He said standing up and walking towards the larger bedroom. Trowa followed behind.
"I'm fine." Stated Quatre stubbornly as Trowa stood in the doorway watching Quatre's every move. "You don't have to watch me you know," Quatre continued bitterly. Trowa stood back from the doorway, shocked at Quatre's tone of voice.
Trowa said nothing at Quatre's bitterness. He couldn't find any words to say, but nodded and left Quatre alone, who changed into a set of pajama and curled under the soft covers. And dreams came quickly.
//Smack, whip, kick, crunch~ The sound of a million curses~ Wood on raw fresh skin~ The blood running all to freely~ I try to call out~ But who is there to here me? ~ You aren't here~ You are fall way~ In your own world, oblivious to my pain~ Where are you? I need you now~ You said you would be there when I needed you? ~ So where are you? ~ Please come~ My innocent is the main victim here~ As well as my trust~ You promised. ~//
(A/N: I have no clue where the hell that came from in my mind! Though it is a poem, (~ stands for new line) and though it can be for anyone. I guess in this story it's in Quatre's POV more or less towards Trowa)
~*~
Me: And I would like to thank Kayla for that poem...My voices are great!
Trowa: Where is she? Wasn't she here last chapter?
Lily: She is one of the ones that comes and goes..HEY! Duo wanna annoy Heero with me!
Duo: Sures!
Lily: Heero
Heero: What?
Duo: Heero
Heero What? ~keeps going like that~
Kristen: I guess I'm closing cause Quatre is still trying to talk Wufei out of the bathroom. Please R+R. Also thanks to all that have reviewed so far and keep doing so! Our support is great. And any flames that are given will be used to cook Mr. Simths over a fire on a spit!