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Insidious Dreams chapter Four

That son of a fucking bitch. He committed the ultimate sin. With my little bro as the god damned victim! How could he do that, how? He was supposed to love him! He swore he loved him! How could he do something like this! He knows how sensitive Quatre is he might never recover! With his ability to sense others emotions it'll make it even worse! Gods my poor baby bro!

He was lying there sprawled on that bed trembling and his eyes asking again and again, why, and I had no answer for him. I couldn't tell him what could possibly have been going through that madman's head. I have no idea what possesses those malicious people to do their heinous crimes. I did know one thing though, as I wrapped him in a blanket and dialed nine one one. That bastard wasn't going to get away with this. I was going to rip out his guts and make him eat them. When I got my hands on him he was fucking toast.

Taking the green handled knife I carefully cut the thread, which bound his lips together and he leaned forwards into my arms and cried. Again and again he apologized until finally the ambulance arrived. The paramedics had to put him in restraints so he would stop fighting them and I was almost worked to tears as I saw them wheel him away. The poor guy had been through so much recently, and he thought it was all his fault. He didn't deserve any of the shit that had happened during the war.

After the paramedics left I picked up the phone. I had to call Wufei. And Heero. They should be here. Quatre is going to need them. Because I cannot be there. I have a clown to hunt. I left.

I entered the room to a still heavily injured Quatre. Through all the war he had never endured an injury this intense. I walked to the side of an ice cold and deathly pale Arabian prince and I took one of his limp hands in mine. He was still unconscious. Tears filled my eyes again as I remembered how he had looked when I found him. Why, why did I leave him alone with that monster? How could I? Well I would make up for it. I would make that thrice-damned clown sorry he had ever been born. Trowa had damn well better be watching his back because the shinigami was on the prowl looking for him.

Putting my cheek to my baby brother's icy palm I made him a solemn promise. "I'll get him little brother I'll make him pay. It's not your fault and I'm gonna make sure that dishonorable clown knows it. I always knew there was something dark about him the only difference is now I know what. He'll be sorry Quatre I promise you that."

Waiting in the dark for someone to arrive, just to be sure Quatre wouldn't wake up alone I allowed the tears to stream down my face and collect in a puddle of my deep and personal sorrows on the floor. It seemed my very soul leaked out of my body to collect in those tears as I wept that night. Too many times had I known the kind of sorrow this would inflict upon sweet Quatre. Too many times had I curled up and silently wept my frustration. Too many times. I heard the door creak open and I released Quatre and crept towards the window as I watched a Chinese warrior enter the room. Wufei could look after the winner heir. I had a clown to catch, but when I got ahold of him... there would be fucking nothing to laugh about.

Upon entering the room I discovered an unconscious Winner lying on a hospital bed wrapped in bandages. It was a sight I had never expected to see. It was almost frightening. Maxwell was there as well.. He sat in a chair by the window, the light of the moon outside illuminating his face, giving the tears tracking down his cheeks a silvery shine. The most predominant feature I noticed about him though was his eyes. Usually light amethyst and full of laughter they were now dark, violent, and filled with malice..

Had I not trusted him enough to keep himself in check I would have been afraid that he would kill me then and there. But I understood his anger. He and Winner had grown to be close companions during the wars. The bond they shared was deeper than that of friendship, it was a bond only brothers could share, despite that they were not related to each other. He would undoubtedly be going after whoever had hurt Winner. My only question was, who was the unfortunate soul that had incurred Shinigami's wrath? For surely, Maxwell would have no mercy upon him.

It rather surprised me when Maxwell slipped out the window but I suppose it shouldn't have. He would take the fastest route possible to get revenge on his target. It then struck me, where was Barton? Shouldn't he be here? The last I had heard they were a couple... weren't they? Something didn't seem right about all this.

Taking the Arabian princes hand in mine I fought the tears that threatened to spill. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve this at all. He was a good, decent person. It wasn't his fault he had gotten caught up in the eve wars. He went to war in order to protect those he loved. This was a reason perhaps even more honorable than mine.

I replaced his hand on the sheets almost instantaneously. I could not bear the heat that radiated from that petite appendage. His fever was getting worse and now it was bothering parts that usually remain cool even during a fever. I almost did not dare to touch his forehead. Biting down on my fear I exited the room to find a doctor. I would save the desert angel, my little one, if it was the last thing I did.