Part 5

Last Link in the Chain

HEYLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am still here, still managing to function on the computer completely wrought with viruses (don't worry Admin, I didn't upload it on a comp full o viruses) but believe me, I'm not as bad off as one of our close friends, and you'll soon find out all about that, now won't you? Anyway I realized that I was rather mean to Dorothy, and I have only one thing to say about that: she damn well deserves it for stabbing Quatre! I'm sorry, but I am a loyal Quatre-lover, onto the FIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still no own dammit

When Ishono got home, she had a faint idea about what happened, but it was only that, a very faint idea. And no matter how many questions she asked, which was unusual for her, or how many times, she never seemed to get anywhere. The response was the same every time, "Wait for Silver, she knows more about this than we do."

But Iishy was impatient, which was also unusual, and couldn't find Silver anywhere, and they never answered her questions about her either! They still told her just to wait.

An hour or so after she got back, she finnaly heard news...but not in the way she expected.

At about 12:30 (am) Silver emerged from the least likely place, her room. This wasn't the Silver that entered her room 2 hours before, it was significantly different.

She was leaning a great deal on the stair railing that went down to the living room where Rae, Hack and Ishono sat, all but one watching TV, and that one listening to her Walkman. As well, she had dark bags under her eyes as though she had not slept for as long as she lived. Which Ishono immediately knew was incorrect, she rarely slept, but her only (and I mean ONLY) use of make up was to hide that fact from the general population, and she would've taken enough care to do that before she came down.

Rae, however, was first to notice that Silver wasn't exactly stable, and was going to fall. Rae was right, but Silver rather slumped over a chair, the one Hack was in FYI.

Ishono got up, turned of the TV and waited for answers.

"What?" Silver asked, giving them an empty look when she discovered they were starring at her.

"Will YOU give me some answers?" Ishono asked, exasperated.

"If you ask me questions, then I might.... MIGHT"

'Why are you so tired? What were you doing? Why won't anyone else tell me anything? Why were you in your room for so long? Why did Rae have to come get me? Why are there red spots on the doorstep? Why are you bleeding FROM THE HEAD!?!?!" (That's to signify that she just noticed it.)

"Ishono, chillax" Silver replied tiredly, and began to answer it.

I'm tired because ...I dunno, I just am! Everyone doesn't tell you stuff is because they don't know. I was in my room tending to an emergency. Rae went to go get you due to the emergency. There were red spots on the doorstep because my load was dripping, and there was stuff on the drive way too. I'm bleeding from the head because I have a wound there"

Ishono looked at her crookedly, realizing that she was playing a game, talking a lot, revealing a little.

"Just tell me dammit"

"I can't really, it's fucked up"

Rae nodded, and added the word 'seriously "under her breath, Hack just stared into space, unaware of all.

"Then show me"

"Follownesses"

Ishono and Rae followed Silver upstairs, with Rae supporting Silver slightly, and into her room.

"My..." That's pretty much all Rae and Ishono could say, and they said it at the same time.

Lying on Silvers bed, and all bandaged up, was one of the palest boys either of them had ever seen. He had light blonde hair, pale skin ( as mentioned) and was ...by all means, a beanpole. He was almost completely covered with band-aids, but that hadn't stopped him from bleeding in places on Silver's previously clean sheets.

Rae got her voice back first, "Oh my, OH my.....This is not SSDD....Whatsiz?"

(a/n: SSDD= same shit, different day, Whatsiz is like howsiz and lookzat, randomness, complete randomness)

""We don't know much but his name and we had to hack OZ to get that, His names Quatre and he's a Gundam pilot."

"Quatre? Sounds looks something up Becks creek" Ishono said.

"He's not French, he's Arabian, and he's from the colonies, no parents, and I think he might have a sister...or something like that"

"No offence to your info, but he doesn't look Arabian" Ishono said, "Blonde, pale, probably green or blue eyes.... Oni incarnate" (Oni, by the way, is in bed, it is 12:40)

"Nothing for it now, but we have to wait till he wakes" Silver said, pulling a chair out from a desk by the bed, and pulled out "The Star Wars Trilogy"

"All good and fine, but only after you take care of your fucking head wound." Rae replied.

Pain.

Darkness.

Pain.

Darkness.

Pain.

Darkness.

Pain.

Darkness.

Pain.

Darkness.

Pain.

Darkness.

Quatre's first sense was of pain and darkness, his whole body, every inch, hurt like he was being tortured with hot knives. Not to mention his head and his mind. He had a sharp, cold pain near his temples, and his head was awash with memories; sights, sounds,

smells.

Oh no he thought, it's the memory overload before death....

He didn't want to die.

Not now.

The war wasn't over, he still had things to fight for, he still had to live...

"Poor boy, torn like rice paper" A quiet, kind voice drifted into his consciousness.

"No rice" Another voice said, "yetch"

"Quiet, he's still out"

"Out ....of....my...mind, maybe" Quatre spoke, quietly, in a rasping voice that he could barely hear.

"Shimunei, go downstairs and get a glass of water, don't spill it"

"kk"

He felt something cool on the side of his face, and tried to open his eyes.

They were met with an ugly brightness , and he squeezed then tight and groaned. The coolness was removed.

"Don't hurry, please, just relax, we have all the time in the world. You don't need to hurt yourself trying to heal yourself"

He tried to move his left arm to rub his eyes, but he was met with flaring, unstoppable pain, and no movement. He tried his right, and with minimum pain, he shielded his eyes.

Needless to say, the first thing he saw, saw his hand. , and the first, or should I say second, thing he felt, was the first...a coolness on the side of his face, but on the other side.

His eyes strengthened and he moved his hand.

Sitting beside his bed, was a very kind looking, but also a very tired looking girl. "How do you feel?" She asked quietly, which he was thankful for, as he had aches in places he was previously convinced he couldn't ache.

"I feel like I died" His voice came out again as a harsh rasp which he barely heard, barely understood...barely believed he could sound like that.

"It wouldn't be too far-fetched to say you did. Or at least the next closest thing."

He groaned again, as he tried to sit up, he was met with a fiery pain in his back, and a cool hand on his shoulder.

"Not yet, you can wait for at least a few minutes, can't you?"

"Yes...."He winced, "what happened? Where am I?"

"You are here!" A voice behind the girl said, the other person returning with a glass of water. Quatre struggled into a sitting position, and was successful this time. He rubbed his eyes with his right arm, and surveyed himself. He was completely covered in band-aids, especially his left arm and around his waist, and was wearing, as far as he could see, the same clothes he wore when....

"I know what happened..." He said, as the girl offered him some water.

"Well, that makes one of us, we all have no idea"

"How many of you are there?"

"Never mind, never mind, I will fill you in on everything later, but we need to know what happened to you, when you find someone on your next-door neighbors trampoline, it raises questions. "

"You found me where?"

"Next door, on their trampoline, but we don't know how you got there, or do you not know?"

"I know at least a little" Quatre strained his memory, which hurt quite a bit, so he had to stop,"All I know is the fact that I was in an airplane, and now I'm not"

"That's makes little to no sense," The voice said again, and the embodiment of it jumped onto the foot of the bed.

"Hiya! I'm Oni"

"My names-"

"Quatre!" Oni said, with a grin," Hacknesses"

Quatre looked at the girl, confused.

"She's like that sometimes, we all are, my name's Silver."She smiled.

He realized another thing to ask, "When is it?"

"It is....'She though for a moment," About 3:30, and it's December the 17th"

(A/N: As you can tell, quite a span of time had passed between the attempt on Releena's life, and the near-death experience of Ishono)

Quatre sighed," So I was out of it for two days?"

"We only account for 1 and a half, but we expect you were on the trampoline for a fair few hours"

"OoOoOoOo," Oni stared at him, curiously," Quatre fell out of an airplane... Or was he pushed?"

"Oni! Go downstairs and tell the gang he's up, especially Ishono and Hack"

"Why them?"

"Just do it"

"Kk"

"Are you hungry? And if so, what do you want to eat?"

"Actually, I'm thirstier than I am hungry, unless your talking about how curious this all is, then it would be hungry for information"

" The only imformation I have is only how curious is the fact that you actually survived, it is queerer then queer"

"I don't believe I survived it either, even if I'm not exactly sure what it is I survived"

"Well, you said you were thirsty, so is the water ok, or do you want something else? We have everything except...."She paused for thought "Chocolate milk, I think"

"Do you have tea?"

"Damn!" A voice from the stairs interrupted her from answering, and a tall, older girl walked in.

"Hey Hack" Silver said, "Howsiz?"

"Difficult...and how come there are always more tea drinkers then coffee drinkers in this house?"

"Because tea is better, and yes," She turned to Quatre, "we do have some, what would you like in it?"

The next while progressed as well as anything Quatre had ever been through, beside the fact that this group of people was stranger then anything he's ever seen. It didn't take very long before he began to notice the subtle differences between them and regular people. And it was mainly the fact that they actually cared about what they did. It also didn't take very long for him to realize exactly what happened.

It turns out, from what he remembered, that someone did push him out of the airplane, but he, for some reason, could've swore it wasn't a OZ related incident. He could be wrong, but he thought that if it had to do with OZ, he would be dead, and not just feeling that way. It turns out, as a total from all the damage, that besides being covered in bruises and random sores, he only suffered from a broken arm, a sprained ankle and some messed up, but not broken, ribs. Lucky.

Besides the group of girls, which he got to, know well, he also met others.

There was a girl named Laoka, who called on them every once in a while, usually just to sit around and talk.

There was a girl called Larka, who usually came with Laoka.

And one of the most surprising, there were Duo and his friend Shinigami, who were there almost every other day. It was quite a shock to Quatre when they first showed up, but he then realized that this odd group of people knew he was a Gundam pilot, and not only did they know the others, but they happened to be that themselves! Life was just to weird...

And, speaking of weird, he couldn't figure out how things worked in the house, strange things happened and they seemed normal to the normal inhabitants. Things like Microwaves turning on behind you back, when they have no food in them, and people answering the door, almost every time, when there were people there who hadn't even knocked.....And it just kept piling up... and up and up and up.

He mentioned it to Duo, who agreed.

"I wouldn't suggest asking, they won't give you any straight answers, especially Oni"