Me: I love Halls..
Wufei: Who's that? Some stupid weak guy from your county hic school?
Kristen: ~hits Wufei over the head with MOA's brother's goalie stick~ No, it's a cough candy.
Lily: That and Ezri loves her high school, she could care less that it's a hic school.she her-self could be considered one too.
Duo: Uhg! This stuff tastes awful!
Me: Its suppose to.it's Buckley's..
Quatre: Why?
Kristen: I don't know, write them and ask.all I know that their stuff has always tasted.anyways Heero gets to say the disclaimer.
Heero: ~hasn't been paying attention to anything~ Mistress Of Anime does not own Gundam Wing or any of the charaters associated with it.
Trowa: Halls or Buckley's wither
~*~Chapter 6~*~
~*~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~*~
The last week seemed to pass slower than a snail riding on a turtles back. There was however, depending on how one looked at the situation, improvements. Quatre finally unlocked the bedroom door by the time Trowa got back from his walk. Though he seemed to relock it whenever he went to sleep, and currently refused to leave the apartment, which kept Trowa's sprits from soaring too high.
"Quatre, I'll be back later," called Trowa as he left the apartment for work. He didn't like the idea of leaving Quatre all by himself, but figured the moment he left the door would be locked and barred. [1]
Not moving at all, Quatre was still rolled into a ball like fashion on the bed when he heard Trowa's voice.
'Cold,' he thought over and over again, 'Cold.' He shivered in the warmth of the blankets as proof. Slowly he sat up looking around, clutching the comforter closer around his body. He barely registered the soft click the front door gave as it was locked from the outside. He hadn't been alone completely since IT happened.
'You know kid, if your boyfriend did care about your safely, then why did he just walk out the door?' said the voice. Quatre figured that it was getting to the point it needed a name 'Ulysses' was good enough.
"No," he said aloud, "The holidays are over, he has to go to work, I should be too if it wasn't for you keeping me here."
Ulysses seemed annoyed by his replied.
'But IT happened out there, you were snatched away simply walking home weren't you?" Quatre gave no response. 'See, you know as well as I that it will happen again, you are too much of a target.
"Am not! Just leave me alone!" He pleaded. Ulysses smirked and Quatre replied coldly. "Whatever, I have no wish of fighting you at this moment." And his voice disappeared from Quatre's mind. He lay back on the bed smiling in victory. At least he was gone for a while; it was better than not being gone at all.
Lying motionless on the bed sounds from the street below, and other occupants of the apartment complex went about their Monday morning business. He wondered where Trowa was for a few moments, noticing that the sound of him moving about was missing from the mix of sounds that he was already hearing, then he remember that he would be gone for the day.
He stood up unhurriedly and got dressed with nothing better in mind to do. Unlocking the bedroom door, Quatre sat on the couch gradually flipping though most of the channels. Nothing ever seems to be on of interest on Mondays. There was something about Relena and her doings, but the day just seemed to pass.
In the afternoon Quatre got up to use to bathroom. Washing his hands, a razor on the counter was knocked over and he moved to pick up, holding it in his hand.
"Tempting isn't it?" came Ulysses's voice. He was back. Quatre said nothing and continued to stare at it, "Try it, what is the worse it could do child? Kill you?" he mocked, and the blade cut across the skin on his one wrist. Drops of crimson found their way breaking the skin, and Quatre made another slice sitting down on the floor.
"See? Doesn't it feel nice?"
Quatre didn't pay much attention to what the voice said but watched the blood flow from his body not caring about anything else for the moment. Trowa had now come home and found Quatre sitting on the bathroom floor staring at his own blood.
Too quick for Quatre in his trance like state to notice, the razor was out of his hands, and Trowa was holding him with a towel wrapped around the bleeding wrist. Quatre squirmed to become free.
"Let me go," he pleaded, and Trowa didn't give in.
"No," was all he said, and it stayed like that till the blonde passed out.
~*~*~*~
Author's Notes: [1]- For the plot of this story and such, it really isn't important as to what exactly each of them do, so be creative in thinking about what they all do. It really doesn't matter.
[2] Ulysses-means wrathful or something like that this becomes important later on that's all I want to say
~*~*~
Duo: Now I see why she was wacking her head over the desk.
Kristen: And you thought she was crazy..
Lily: she is, remember she got us in her head.
Kristen: True.anyways please rate and review to make Mistress Of Anime feel all better.
Wufei: Who's that? Some stupid weak guy from your county hic school?
Kristen: ~hits Wufei over the head with MOA's brother's goalie stick~ No, it's a cough candy.
Lily: That and Ezri loves her high school, she could care less that it's a hic school.she her-self could be considered one too.
Duo: Uhg! This stuff tastes awful!
Me: Its suppose to.it's Buckley's..
Quatre: Why?
Kristen: I don't know, write them and ask.all I know that their stuff has always tasted.anyways Heero gets to say the disclaimer.
Heero: ~hasn't been paying attention to anything~ Mistress Of Anime does not own Gundam Wing or any of the charaters associated with it.
Trowa: Halls or Buckley's wither
~*~Chapter 6~*~
~*~*~In Need Of An Angel~*~*~
The last week seemed to pass slower than a snail riding on a turtles back. There was however, depending on how one looked at the situation, improvements. Quatre finally unlocked the bedroom door by the time Trowa got back from his walk. Though he seemed to relock it whenever he went to sleep, and currently refused to leave the apartment, which kept Trowa's sprits from soaring too high.
"Quatre, I'll be back later," called Trowa as he left the apartment for work. He didn't like the idea of leaving Quatre all by himself, but figured the moment he left the door would be locked and barred. [1]
Not moving at all, Quatre was still rolled into a ball like fashion on the bed when he heard Trowa's voice.
'Cold,' he thought over and over again, 'Cold.' He shivered in the warmth of the blankets as proof. Slowly he sat up looking around, clutching the comforter closer around his body. He barely registered the soft click the front door gave as it was locked from the outside. He hadn't been alone completely since IT happened.
'You know kid, if your boyfriend did care about your safely, then why did he just walk out the door?' said the voice. Quatre figured that it was getting to the point it needed a name 'Ulysses' was good enough.
"No," he said aloud, "The holidays are over, he has to go to work, I should be too if it wasn't for you keeping me here."
Ulysses seemed annoyed by his replied.
'But IT happened out there, you were snatched away simply walking home weren't you?" Quatre gave no response. 'See, you know as well as I that it will happen again, you are too much of a target.
"Am not! Just leave me alone!" He pleaded. Ulysses smirked and Quatre replied coldly. "Whatever, I have no wish of fighting you at this moment." And his voice disappeared from Quatre's mind. He lay back on the bed smiling in victory. At least he was gone for a while; it was better than not being gone at all.
Lying motionless on the bed sounds from the street below, and other occupants of the apartment complex went about their Monday morning business. He wondered where Trowa was for a few moments, noticing that the sound of him moving about was missing from the mix of sounds that he was already hearing, then he remember that he would be gone for the day.
He stood up unhurriedly and got dressed with nothing better in mind to do. Unlocking the bedroom door, Quatre sat on the couch gradually flipping though most of the channels. Nothing ever seems to be on of interest on Mondays. There was something about Relena and her doings, but the day just seemed to pass.
In the afternoon Quatre got up to use to bathroom. Washing his hands, a razor on the counter was knocked over and he moved to pick up, holding it in his hand.
"Tempting isn't it?" came Ulysses's voice. He was back. Quatre said nothing and continued to stare at it, "Try it, what is the worse it could do child? Kill you?" he mocked, and the blade cut across the skin on his one wrist. Drops of crimson found their way breaking the skin, and Quatre made another slice sitting down on the floor.
"See? Doesn't it feel nice?"
Quatre didn't pay much attention to what the voice said but watched the blood flow from his body not caring about anything else for the moment. Trowa had now come home and found Quatre sitting on the bathroom floor staring at his own blood.
Too quick for Quatre in his trance like state to notice, the razor was out of his hands, and Trowa was holding him with a towel wrapped around the bleeding wrist. Quatre squirmed to become free.
"Let me go," he pleaded, and Trowa didn't give in.
"No," was all he said, and it stayed like that till the blonde passed out.
~*~*~*~
Author's Notes: [1]- For the plot of this story and such, it really isn't important as to what exactly each of them do, so be creative in thinking about what they all do. It really doesn't matter.
[2] Ulysses-means wrathful or something like that this becomes important later on that's all I want to say
~*~*~
Duo: Now I see why she was wacking her head over the desk.
Kristen: And you thought she was crazy..
Lily: she is, remember she got us in her head.
Kristen: True.anyways please rate and review to make Mistress Of Anime feel all better.