Me: Ok, I'm doing this quick and the Gundam boys are all trying to find the
lid to my dog's treats jar after my cat broke into it.
~Muffeled sound from the floor below~
Duo: Is it under the couch? You look Wufei
Wufei: Why don't you look Maxwell?
~Quatre looking under couch~ FOUND IT!
Kristen: Mistress Of Anime Doesn't Own Gundam Wing, though I'm very, VERY sure she wishes she does.
~*~Chapter 5~*~
"Talking"
'Inner Thought'
//Flashback//
~*~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~*~
He shivered in the overly large bed, room for only one. Quatre was lost moment before remembering why Trowa wasn't sharing the bed with him. He had gotten mad and deeply confused and locked the bedroom door on Trowa, and though he was sure Trowa knew how to unlock it and get in. It wasn't like the former HeavyArms pilot would do such a thing.
He pulled the blankets closer to his chin in an attempt to warm himself up. He couldn't hear anything within the apartment. Either Trowa had gone out or was still sleeping, he figured. Rolling over, he fell back asleep not much warmer than before.
~*~
"I just don't understand what is wrong. He seemed fine till we came home," Said Trowa, shaking his head in front of the vid-screen. Heero was on the other end.
"By the way you are making this out Trowa he seems worst than when he was under the effect of the Zero System." Stated Heero more or less.
"But it is different this time. Since when has Quatre ever even raised his voice to any of us? It just isn't normal or right for him."
"You have a point Trowa," replied Heero, "but do remember that Quatre has always been somewhat from this sort of reality. I think you should talk to him Trowa."
"But how Heero?" Trowa almost whined, "It's hard to talk to someone when they lock the door, and when they flinch at even the notation of touch. This isn't Quatre at all."
Heero shook his head. "Well you wanted to know my advice and now you have it. Anything else?"
"Yeah, you know where Wufei is, or is he on some mission with the Perventers?" Asked Trowa, both out of curiosity and as to whether or not he would be next to be treated to a phone call much like Heero's. Almost unexpected in nature, he didn't even though tat Heero had their number till now.
"As far as I know he is, and I'm not sure as to when he will get back." Replied Heero. Trowa nodded, and the two said their good byes and hung up.
Standing up, Trowa walked to the master bedroom and checked the door once again. Still locked. He sighed and grabbed his coat. Maybe a walk would clear his thoughts, and maybe, hopefully by the time he returned Quatre would have opened the door.
~*~*~*~
Me: This chapter sucks, I know it don't lie, it short, got nothing interesting, and I hope that chapter 6 will make up for it! Till next time!
~Muffeled sound from the floor below~
Duo: Is it under the couch? You look Wufei
Wufei: Why don't you look Maxwell?
~Quatre looking under couch~ FOUND IT!
Kristen: Mistress Of Anime Doesn't Own Gundam Wing, though I'm very, VERY sure she wishes she does.
~*~Chapter 5~*~
"Talking"
'Inner Thought'
//Flashback//
~*~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~*~
He shivered in the overly large bed, room for only one. Quatre was lost moment before remembering why Trowa wasn't sharing the bed with him. He had gotten mad and deeply confused and locked the bedroom door on Trowa, and though he was sure Trowa knew how to unlock it and get in. It wasn't like the former HeavyArms pilot would do such a thing.
He pulled the blankets closer to his chin in an attempt to warm himself up. He couldn't hear anything within the apartment. Either Trowa had gone out or was still sleeping, he figured. Rolling over, he fell back asleep not much warmer than before.
~*~
"I just don't understand what is wrong. He seemed fine till we came home," Said Trowa, shaking his head in front of the vid-screen. Heero was on the other end.
"By the way you are making this out Trowa he seems worst than when he was under the effect of the Zero System." Stated Heero more or less.
"But it is different this time. Since when has Quatre ever even raised his voice to any of us? It just isn't normal or right for him."
"You have a point Trowa," replied Heero, "but do remember that Quatre has always been somewhat from this sort of reality. I think you should talk to him Trowa."
"But how Heero?" Trowa almost whined, "It's hard to talk to someone when they lock the door, and when they flinch at even the notation of touch. This isn't Quatre at all."
Heero shook his head. "Well you wanted to know my advice and now you have it. Anything else?"
"Yeah, you know where Wufei is, or is he on some mission with the Perventers?" Asked Trowa, both out of curiosity and as to whether or not he would be next to be treated to a phone call much like Heero's. Almost unexpected in nature, he didn't even though tat Heero had their number till now.
"As far as I know he is, and I'm not sure as to when he will get back." Replied Heero. Trowa nodded, and the two said their good byes and hung up.
Standing up, Trowa walked to the master bedroom and checked the door once again. Still locked. He sighed and grabbed his coat. Maybe a walk would clear his thoughts, and maybe, hopefully by the time he returned Quatre would have opened the door.
~*~*~*~
Me: This chapter sucks, I know it don't lie, it short, got nothing interesting, and I hope that chapter 6 will make up for it! Till next time!