Welcome back! I'm glad your still interested in my story. As a recap right now Quatre is very, very sick. He is having dreams where he dies. He is now very guilt stricken and believes Trowa hates him. Thanks to Mitchell Chan for the title and thanks to Weiss angel for being a loyal reviewer. Thanks also to my good friend Chibi Chan-chan. Without her this would not have been possible. . -Hands them both a chocolate chip cookie- And now, without further a due, on with the show!
Insidious Dreams chapter Three
I can't begin to describe how shocked I was to hear Quatre say Trowa hated him. He doesn't really. It's quite the opposite. Trowa cares for Quatre. Deeply cares. As in, I love you I never want to be with out you cares. I couldn't find words to say that though. I never was all that great with words you know.
"Quatre... what would make you think he hates you?" Quatre looked down with the same look in his eyes I had worn for years after the war was over. He honestly and truly believed Trowa hated him. Like me and Heero except that Heero really does hate me.
He has hated me since day one. He has called me stupid, ignored me when I talked to him, everything in the book and more! I could write a book on the signs that someone hates you, because Heero has displayed all of them. He does it all and I'm sure he must know how deeply it hurts me when he turns away from a conversation we were having in favor of that damned laptop. He spends more time with that thing then he does with Relena I would not be surprised to someday find out he found a state where it is legal to marry the thing.
I looked at Quatre's eyes and hugged him to burry the look in my chest. I could not stand to see that look on Quatre's face. Literally it tore me apart. He was the strongest best most innocent guy I knew. He shouldn't have worries that would put that look on his face. Since the war began I knew he didn't belong in it. Absolutely fucking knew it. He was too innocent, too pure, too.... Him.
"Why then... why didn't he call? Why did he wait till something was wrong to visit? Why did he leave me and up and move to the colonies? Why does he treat me so cold? Why?" Quatre's pleading gaze begged for answers but I didn't have any to give him. The only one who could tell him those things was Trowa. I would kind of like to know those things too. I have been wondering for some time now. But right now he needed answers and I swear to god. If Trowa hurts him I will kill the man. This is my little brother. He doesn't deserve to hurt. "I... I dunno Q... but I'll find out." With that I up and left the room.
I cornered Trowa in the hallway. "All right Tro. What the hell is up between you and Quatre?" Trowa looked shocked at my bluntness and his one visible eye opened wide. He had a secret. But there was no time to look into that now. I glared at him. Now I gotta tell you, my glare on full shinigami mode? Well you have all seen Heero's patented death glare? Mine is twenty times more frightening. So I was not surprised when Trowa wanted to do exactly what I said. "Now I want you to go in that room and explain to my little brother why you have been neglecting him you fucking bastard. And after that you and I will have a nice fireside chat so you can explain the same to me. Understand?"
Trowa ever playing the cool calm silent clown walked swiftly to Quatre's room and I watched the door and listened. I listened for hours and then fell asleep. I wish I hadn't. I really, really do. Cause when I awoke I would find a whole new problem confronting me besides Quatre's illness. I would inherit the task of murdering the clown.
I awoke and thought everything was fine. The house was Quiet and Quatre's door was shut still. I figured they must still be talking so I checked my watch and went down to the kitchen to get them some breakfast. It was nine o clock. I had slept through the night. On an impulse I grabbed a soda for myself to wake me up making Trowa and Quatre each a coffee to wake them up too. It would go well with my patent pending chocolate and banana pancakes. I finished their food and carried it up the stairs easing the door open. When I seen what was in there. I dropped the breakfast.
Q was there, yes. Trowa however was not. Q lay sprawled on the bed. The blood soaked sheets were balled at his feet. He lay on his stomach completely naked and still bleeding profusely. His eyes were even more, empty and sorrowful now then they were before. Tears had streaked his face leaving sadness in their wake. His arms hung limp by his side like he was a fucking broken doll. His features held none of their usual enthusiasm and joy. His pale skin was soaked in his own blood. He was bleeding in several places. His mouth was sewn shut so he could not utter a word.
My gaze dropped to the floor where there lay a knife with a green handle. The instrument used to cut Q all over the place. His back, his neck, his chest, his face, there was blood fucking everywhere. The fucking bastard had raped him. Quatre looked at me with those empty eyes. He gaped at me and mumbled between lips that could not move, "I'm sorry..."
Insidious Dreams chapter Three
I can't begin to describe how shocked I was to hear Quatre say Trowa hated him. He doesn't really. It's quite the opposite. Trowa cares for Quatre. Deeply cares. As in, I love you I never want to be with out you cares. I couldn't find words to say that though. I never was all that great with words you know.
"Quatre... what would make you think he hates you?" Quatre looked down with the same look in his eyes I had worn for years after the war was over. He honestly and truly believed Trowa hated him. Like me and Heero except that Heero really does hate me.
He has hated me since day one. He has called me stupid, ignored me when I talked to him, everything in the book and more! I could write a book on the signs that someone hates you, because Heero has displayed all of them. He does it all and I'm sure he must know how deeply it hurts me when he turns away from a conversation we were having in favor of that damned laptop. He spends more time with that thing then he does with Relena I would not be surprised to someday find out he found a state where it is legal to marry the thing.
I looked at Quatre's eyes and hugged him to burry the look in my chest. I could not stand to see that look on Quatre's face. Literally it tore me apart. He was the strongest best most innocent guy I knew. He shouldn't have worries that would put that look on his face. Since the war began I knew he didn't belong in it. Absolutely fucking knew it. He was too innocent, too pure, too.... Him.
"Why then... why didn't he call? Why did he wait till something was wrong to visit? Why did he leave me and up and move to the colonies? Why does he treat me so cold? Why?" Quatre's pleading gaze begged for answers but I didn't have any to give him. The only one who could tell him those things was Trowa. I would kind of like to know those things too. I have been wondering for some time now. But right now he needed answers and I swear to god. If Trowa hurts him I will kill the man. This is my little brother. He doesn't deserve to hurt. "I... I dunno Q... but I'll find out." With that I up and left the room.
I cornered Trowa in the hallway. "All right Tro. What the hell is up between you and Quatre?" Trowa looked shocked at my bluntness and his one visible eye opened wide. He had a secret. But there was no time to look into that now. I glared at him. Now I gotta tell you, my glare on full shinigami mode? Well you have all seen Heero's patented death glare? Mine is twenty times more frightening. So I was not surprised when Trowa wanted to do exactly what I said. "Now I want you to go in that room and explain to my little brother why you have been neglecting him you fucking bastard. And after that you and I will have a nice fireside chat so you can explain the same to me. Understand?"
Trowa ever playing the cool calm silent clown walked swiftly to Quatre's room and I watched the door and listened. I listened for hours and then fell asleep. I wish I hadn't. I really, really do. Cause when I awoke I would find a whole new problem confronting me besides Quatre's illness. I would inherit the task of murdering the clown.
I awoke and thought everything was fine. The house was Quiet and Quatre's door was shut still. I figured they must still be talking so I checked my watch and went down to the kitchen to get them some breakfast. It was nine o clock. I had slept through the night. On an impulse I grabbed a soda for myself to wake me up making Trowa and Quatre each a coffee to wake them up too. It would go well with my patent pending chocolate and banana pancakes. I finished their food and carried it up the stairs easing the door open. When I seen what was in there. I dropped the breakfast.
Q was there, yes. Trowa however was not. Q lay sprawled on the bed. The blood soaked sheets were balled at his feet. He lay on his stomach completely naked and still bleeding profusely. His eyes were even more, empty and sorrowful now then they were before. Tears had streaked his face leaving sadness in their wake. His arms hung limp by his side like he was a fucking broken doll. His features held none of their usual enthusiasm and joy. His pale skin was soaked in his own blood. He was bleeding in several places. His mouth was sewn shut so he could not utter a word.
My gaze dropped to the floor where there lay a knife with a green handle. The instrument used to cut Q all over the place. His back, his neck, his chest, his face, there was blood fucking everywhere. The fucking bastard had raped him. Quatre looked at me with those empty eyes. He gaped at me and mumbled between lips that could not move, "I'm sorry..."
