A/N: Welcome, welcome, welcome to the much-procrastinated Quatre Special! Now, if there was one special that had an immense number of spoilers (most of the Duo spoilers had already happened), it would be this one. See, if you'll notice, I kind of have these timed...right? Right. See, if I'd done the Duo special before we met Atropos, you guys would have been all knowledgeable and stuff 'aforehand. This one will be like that, although you have to read into it more. Anyway!
OH! Also, just so nobody gets confused in the future, here's a handy dandy list of everyone's tattoos and powers! I even used bold! Hopefully this clears it up for you guys.
Heero- Omega, the sign of Ending. Stops time for exactly 5 minutes via self-mutilation.
Duo- Phi, the letter of wind and death. Projects pain onto others.
Trowa- Gamma, the New Three. Triplication of all organic matter.
Quatre- Sigma, the Soul. Empathic and (Ex-)telekinetic. (As you'll see here).
Wufei- Pi, the sign of War. Impenetrable skin.
Warnings: Pissy/Scary Quatre, the normal stuff, and...spoilers? That's about it, I guess.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys.
Sea of Silence
SPECIAL 3
Quatre
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"We've been pressured all our lives. Both of us are very good fighters, but I'm also politically inclined, so I learned all sorts of business things and useless diplomatic devices," Quatre said.
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"You ever wonder why the sun keeps going around," the blonde boy asked, examining the red dawn. "I do. It seems strange, that it comes back every day." The man snorted, shoving another book at the young man.
"If the sun didn't come back up, there wouldn't be a day," he said smugly. "Stop stalling, and get to your work." His clear blue eyes hardened.
"It would be wiser of you to have more tact," the seven-year-old said calmly. The man found himself sweating.
They'd all heard stories. Every single one of the tutors. Some said the boy was a demon, with a shadow child in the same room. Others said he could squish you with just a thought. But, they all agreed on one thing.
He knew when you were afraid.
The boy smirked. "As I was saying, the sun seems very repetitive. Doesn't it ever get bored, and go the other way?" The tutor wiped a hand across his forehead.
"Master Winner...the sun is not alive," he tried to explain. "It revolves around the earth, and gives us life. The sun can't get bored, because it doesn't think." The tutor swallowed nervously. "Now, Master Winner, please go back to your studies." One disdainful gaze, and the boy picked up his pencil.
"I am still quite displeased with your behavior," the boy began, and flipped a page in his book. He scribbled some more. "If you treat the other boys like this-" Those sky blue eyes immediately flicked up to the tutor's brown. The tutor was sweating, terrified, and the boy knew it.
"Please, sir," the tutor said.
"You do not teach the other boys, do you," Master Winner whispered, and stood up from the table. "None of you do." The tutor whimpered as the boy's chair pushed itself back beneath the table.
Boots stomped against the floor, and the boy glared at the three men who entered. Each was wearing a red coat.
"Mr. Winner, please calm down," the leader snapped. His station was designated by the thin gold cord along his shoulders. "Quatre! For god's sake, boy, get a hold of yourself." The boy's clear blue eyes just kept glaring.
"You're going to die slowly and painfully," he stated, and the seven-year-old boy walked himself out of the room, the red-coated men flanking him. "Both you, and the tutor. Have a good day, gentlemen." The door slammed shut.
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"Master Quatre, please try to avoid scaring the teachers," another guard was saying, but the nine-year-old just looked at them blandly. Heero, in the background, was snickering silently.
"Is it my fault they're all cowards," Quatre demanded, still lounging in the hard wooden chair. Heero stood in the corner, at attention as always. "It seems to me, you need to find a tutor with actual courage. If they're scared by just a table floating in the air, what would they think if they stumbled upon our dueling practice?" The guard nodded, apprehensive.
"But, sir-" he began, but the boy cut him off with an upraised finger.
"Do not presume too much," he said coldly. "It could be your last mistake." The guard looked pleadingly at the silent ten-year-old in the corner. "He won't help you. Not unless I tell him to. Now, we're going on a walk. Good day." Quatre stood up gracefully, and walked out the door, Heero at his heels in a loose shirt and brown pants.
"You're scary sometimes," he said, shaking his head, and Quatre smiled at his near-brother.
"Only when I have to be." Heero snorted.
"Which is almost always," he muttered, and the rest of the walk was in silence. They walked out of the keep's three-story beige walls silent save the constant muted clanking of Heero's sheathed sword against his hip. They reached a tall rock, and climbed it easily.
"Where to today," Quatre asked brightly, and Heero shrugged. "There's something going on down to the southwest. Let's check it out." Quatre pointed to the shape pushing through the nearby forest, and Heero nodded, hopping down the twenty-five feet easily.
Within thirty feet of the shape, the two boys could tell it was an injured man. He'd made a small shelter from fallen branches, and was huddled within, a drab blanket over his shoulders. Heero looked over at Quatre, and his hands moved silently in a basic form of sign language. I kill?
Quatre shook his head. No. I talk Heero frowned.
No you talk. Danger Quatre rolled his eyes, and Heero glared at him. Idiot Quatre shrugged, and walked forward, making as much noise as possible without attracting suspicion.
"Excuse me, sir," Quatre began, but a dagger whistled towards his head. Without a second thought, he stopped it with his mind and grabbed the hilt. The blonde boy frowned. "That wasn't very nice." The man inside gaped at him.
"What ARE you," he whispered, a tinge of fear pouring off him, and Quatre sighed. Everyone always asked the same thing. No creativity.
"I'm a boy concerned about you," he said, forcing a smile. Honestly, he couldn't care less. He was just really bored. "I spotted you from up the hill a ways, and was wondering how I could help you." While he spoke, his hands signed to Heero. No danger. You guard. The other boy slunk away to watch the perimeter while the man frowned.
"Such compassion from a young boy," the man mused, and came out of the tent. All fear was gone, and Quatre couldn't help but be impressed. The man had to be over six feet tall, and had brown hair that seemed to spike on its own. "My name is Rashid, master." He bowed respectfully, and Quatre couldn't help but frown. "I have been sent to find you."
"...what? To find me," Quatre asked, and the man nodded. In his head, the blonde cursed. He wasn't sick at all.
"Yes. Nine years ago, our leader was killed. We have finally traced his reincarnation to here, and I truly believe that reincarnation is you," Rashid began, and pulled a bag out of the shelter. "He would have been compassionate to a fault, strangely knowledgeable in all things, and utterly fearless. Also, he promised to come back stronger than ever before." Quatre barely avoided rolling his eyes. Great. Now he was stuck in some mystic reincarnated leader myth.
"I'm sorry, but I believe you have the wrong boy," Quatre said, and Heero barely appeared in the corner of his right eye. Instinctively, his hands flicked again. No danger. He saw no response, but knew the older boy was around somewhere. Rashid shook his head.
"You may not believe it, Master, but I'm sure of it," Rashid said. "He even had your eyes." Now, Quatre glared at him.
"I am Quatre Winner, the last heir of the Winner legacy," he said, almost haughtily. "My eyes are my mother's, not your leaders."
"Master Quatre, some day you will realize the truth," he said, giving another bow. "My tribe, the Manganacs, will be waiting for your return. We reside in the desert to the south, and shall forever be at your disposal."
Quatre had had enough. Come. Heero immediately stepped into the tiny clearing, looking like a sadistic ten-year-old who could kill you in one move. Which, of course, he was. Rashid, however, just packed up and began to head south, only hesitating to pull something from around his neck.
"This is the emblem of my tribe," he said, and threw a chain with a miniature scimitar pendant down onto the ground near Quatre's feet. Another bow bent the tall figure. "My blessings, Master Sandrock." Rashid walked off, and Quatre pulled the necklace from the ground. Heero stepped forward.
"What was that about," he asked, and Quatre frowned. He quickly put the chain around his neck.
"I...I have NO idea."
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He was woken up by the crashing of his window, and immediately the twelve-year-old sprung out of bed, willing his sword into his hand. He felt no fear, so that meant one person.
"Heero," Quatre said flatly, and the darker head nodded.
"We're leaving," he stated. Quatre nodded now.
Plan started? Quatre reverted to sign, getting dressed quickly as he watched the bloody boy's response. Heero's eyes glinted.
Yes. Speed he flicked back, and Quatre tried to hurry up more. He slung on his cloak, and just at that moment his door flung open.
The Mage stood there, looking extremely indifferent in his red robes as he examined the two boys. "If you kill me, you'll never have your powers again," he stated. Heero growled. "You'll never get out of here, without killing me. And you don't dare to do that."
"Try me," Heero said, and without another moment passing a knife had been flung into the robed figure's throat. With one gasp, he fell, blood pooling around his head.
Pain erupted in Quatre's head. Someone was screaming. Someone was yelling, and screaming, and his fingernails were purple. He was gasping, and someone was carrying him, running down the hall. He still held his bag.
"Quatre, stop screaming," Heero said, and Quatre stopped. His fingers clutched the chain beneath his shirt. "I need you to open the gate." He looked at his older brother pitifully.
"He wasn't joking, Heero. It's gone," Quatre whispered, hoarse. Heero frowned.
"Hold on, then," he said, and climbed the steps to the top of the keep. Heero's arms lifted off his body, and a gush of air accompanied the two to the ground as the brown-haired boy pulled a knife out and slashed his own back, a muted scream accompanying it.
When Quatre opened his eyes, Heero was barely holding the younger boy off the ground and seemed ready to pass out. The keep was almost a mile away, and clearly no time had passed.
"I have to stop," Heero whispered, and Quatre immediately hopped out of his arms. Heero fell to the ground, the back of his once-white shirt now covered with the same blood as the front of it.
"I'll wake you in an hour," Quatre said, and the older boy fell unconscious with a pained expression on his face. The blonde pulled him deeper into the woods, and began bandaging his back.
"You know, you probably shouldn't have killed the Mage," Quatre whispered to the other boy, and tied off another strip of cloth. He hated when Heero had to use his power. It was only the third time in his life, true, but each gash left a huge scar. "Now, all I've got is empathy. You knew he was the only thing keeping the telekinesis around." Quatre redressed him in a clean white shirt, putting the cut and bloody other one in the bag.
"So, now we're going to go see the crazy desert people," Quatre mused, finally pulling Heero's face out of the dirt with a chuckle. "You're going to hate the desert. There's even less water than here."
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"Master Sandrock, may I introduce to you the Lady Iria," Rashid intoned, and the fourteen-year-old desert prince looked up at the blonde woman who entered. He frowned.
"Excuse me, but you...you resemble someone," Quatre said, smiling, and motioned for the lady to sit on the cushion next to him. "Welcome to my tent. I am Quatre, and that's Heero." The older boy mentioned stood outside the tent, drilling men far older than him with swords. Lady Iria smiled sweetly at him.
"I'm sorry, but would you happen to be Quatre Winner," she asked, and Quatre poured her a cup of tea, not responding. Quatre felt no apprehension from her, only hope. "I have been searching for Quatre Winner for quite some time."
"And why are you looking for him, if I may ask," Quatre asked. He had been very careful to never mention either Heero's or his own last name since arriving in the desert. Lady Iria's smile turned a shade bitter.
"Because...I am his sister," she said. Quatre barely kept his teacup from falling to the carpets.
"I was under the impression the entire Winner family was massacred during the second invasion of Sanc into Algon," Quatre stammered, and Iria shook her head.
"No. I was seven at the time, and my nanny and I escaped into Rayth," she exclaimed, barely keeping her excitement at check. "However, he is the only surviving heir. The entire Winner fortune would go to him, including the seat in the Ministry of Algon." Quatre smiled at her.
"Well, I'll be sure to not go to Algon, then."
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A/N: That's all. Not much, but the basic basics. You get that he was creepy, right? Yeah. Quatre was creepy. So! Sorry this one's short and not too good, and ends badly, and didn't do any good explaining. That'll be the Heero special. This one's kind of a 'teaser' Heero special...but now I feel bad about doing that to my poor widdle Quatre...
Dang.
Alrighty, well, Chapter 11's coming soon! And now, look! RESPONSES!
Myca: Well, it's better to have a thing for hats than...what I've got. Costume party's going to be about Ch. 13 or so, just for your information. And I CAN'T imagine Duo and Relena as a couple, which is why they ARE the couple. Weird? Yes. Fun? OH YES.
TKM: Thank you! You're so nice! I thought it was funny, too.
Rekkaboziegirl: You're back! Yay! Sorry it's not your special, though...Next one will probably be Heero, though.
Hikaru: Honestly, I'd be creeped out by monkeys eating ANYONE alive. Well, monkeys just flat out creep me out. I mean, thumbs on FEET?! AAAH! (Hides in corner) Don't worry, 1x2's coming up.
Mlaine: WOW that's freaky! Maybe I'M your brother! Wait. Never mind...not a boy...eheheh...I'm gonna go bang my head against a wall...
Windy River: I try. I really, really do.
Miaka Kennyuuki: Oh yay! Someone thinks Quatre's canon! He's the one character I'm trying to keep as in-character as possible. Oh, you're catching on to all the secrets! You sneaky reader, you. =D
Meliza Mac: Ha! Isn't it true? Relena loves Heero but is engaged to Duo, Duo loves Heero but is engaged to Relena, and Heero just wants to kill the pink thing! Now that's a very lopsided triange, ne?
TrenchcoatMan: See, I figure, it's cliché because it's fun! I'm excited to write the big dance scene. See, I just kept seeing Trowa blushing insanely while Relena draped herself all over him...hehehe...I might make her do it anyway, just to give Quatre a chance to beat her up.
Gundam06serenity: I hope my handy-dandy chartie thing at the top helps you out. And it's supposed to be a tad bit confusing. Thanks for liking my story!
Duo-Maxwell5x2: AWARD?! Woo! Maybe slow, but not time. Before, in my days of being ever so naïve concerning the wonderful thing of yaoi, I actually was a (GASP!) 1xR writer. Scary. And yep, specials for ALL! Hooray.
Thanks to all! Please review; and, next special at 100, surprise surprise. And, yes, it'll still be an Uber-Special (IE almost 10 pages...eheheh...) I have rabid plot bunnies invading my brain. If it weren't for school, parents, homework, and that damned need for sleep, I'd be writing full-time.
OH! Also, I hereby accept flames. I'm ready to verbally berate you until you cry, and your mommy comes in, reads what's on the screen, and grounds you for reading "gay porn", as my friend says. (Via E-mail, of course. I'm not sullying my story.)