"I repeat the heir to the Winner fortune has just crashed and is in critical condition in hospital. Doctors fear for the worst. In other breaking news...."
As soon as Mina heard that they had no more information on Quatra she turned of her radio and picked up the phone that always lay beside her in her car.
Dialing a number that she knew of by heart she pressed the phone into the speakers while it rang, keeping a firm eye on the road.
"Setsuna Miouh.What's the problem, Mina?"
She could feel herself smiling at the age old greeting. Setsuna had been her friend and confident for so long that she could not imgine her life without her, until she remembered why she had called.
"I need to know were they are keeping Quatra Rebarbra Winner and i need the information yesterday!"
Straight away, Setsuna answered "east memborial hospital, upper city, dublin in ireland."
No even questioning how Setsuna knew this information she thanked her and hung up the phone.
She was heading for Ireland Because like it or not, Quatra was going to survive this because they had a few things to say to each other and they were not going to remain unsaid as of now.
She had a succesful career as a musician but she had always regreted that they could not have worked things out with her one and only.
Five years had passed and still she thought of him, saved herself for him and it was only through the intervention of one of her sister artists that she realised that the love they had shared deserved a second chance.
Alot could happen in that relatively small time frame.
One of her best friends, Makoto haad found love, gotten married and then lost her husband in the wars. He was never recovered, and Lita still mourned his death. Mina privatly thought that Lita held hope that he was still alive, and had just lost his memory.
Her friends had all suffered for the war, and if it was one thing they had taught each other it was that nothing was forever. And to embrace everything in its time, because it may not be there tomorrow.
Hugging her positive energy to herself that Quatra would survive, she thought of him as she had last saw him, at the fight at his house over her career choice. She had so nearly given in then. Pushing that thought away, she took a deep breath and letting it out slowly sent all of her good energry to him in the hope that it would aid his healing.
A good friend had once told her that it actually would work if you prayed for it enough, and because of her belief in the ancient art, she had won the respect of many of her contemperies as well as the love and the respect of her partner.
Which was another thing. Rei, the friend who had taught her many relaxing methods and had shown her the good side of spirtuality didn't believe in what she believed was one of the most beautiful ceremonies around...Marriage.
And if that wasn't bad enough, she had her partner propose to her six times and still he stayed with her. Shaking her head in apparent confusion, she sighed. Some women just had all the luck.
Pulling up to an empty space in the airport car park, she grabbed a ticket and ran inside..avoiding the pedesterian hustle by using the first class entrance.
Soon, she was on her way to Quatra.
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Shaking his head side to side, in an agony of pain..Quatra unknowlingly tried to pull out the drips and needles that were stuck in him...essentially all the things that were at the moment keeping him alive.
Sighing, his small breath full of love and the pain that this had to happen..Trowa got up from his seat beside Quatra's bed and calmed him down.
As he was slowly fixing the pillow behind Quatra's head, He nearly jumped back in surprise.
Quatra's eyes were open wide and he appeared to be un a trance.
Waving a hand in front of his face to see if he was actually conscious, Trowa wasnt surprised when Quatra did nothing.
However he did notice that Quatra's lips had begun to move, almost mumbling something.
Bending over he listened intently and after five minutes of intense concentration, he realised that Quatra was repeating the same name over and over again in an almost litany of prayers.
"Mina, Mina, Mina!" Until with one final mumble he dropped back against the pillow and began to snore loudly.
Looking on amazement, Trowa pressed the button that would alert the doctors to the change from coma to simply unconscious.
Even as the doctors examined him, Trowa was haunted by what Quatra had said in his trance like state.
And why did he know that Mina meant Minako in japanese...and an even greater mystery was why that name seemed so familiar to him or was it just another mystery of his life before the wars.
He had been found in a bomb hit building and was one of the ten survivors but as the others had major injuries he seemed to have only minor along with a severe case of total amnesia.
The doctors who had been good enough to give him shelter in the hospital hadn't been able to find anything either.
This day was getting stranger and stranger.
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willow1986
enjoy
As soon as Mina heard that they had no more information on Quatra she turned of her radio and picked up the phone that always lay beside her in her car.
Dialing a number that she knew of by heart she pressed the phone into the speakers while it rang, keeping a firm eye on the road.
"Setsuna Miouh.What's the problem, Mina?"
She could feel herself smiling at the age old greeting. Setsuna had been her friend and confident for so long that she could not imgine her life without her, until she remembered why she had called.
"I need to know were they are keeping Quatra Rebarbra Winner and i need the information yesterday!"
Straight away, Setsuna answered "east memborial hospital, upper city, dublin in ireland."
No even questioning how Setsuna knew this information she thanked her and hung up the phone.
She was heading for Ireland Because like it or not, Quatra was going to survive this because they had a few things to say to each other and they were not going to remain unsaid as of now.
She had a succesful career as a musician but she had always regreted that they could not have worked things out with her one and only.
Five years had passed and still she thought of him, saved herself for him and it was only through the intervention of one of her sister artists that she realised that the love they had shared deserved a second chance.
Alot could happen in that relatively small time frame.
One of her best friends, Makoto haad found love, gotten married and then lost her husband in the wars. He was never recovered, and Lita still mourned his death. Mina privatly thought that Lita held hope that he was still alive, and had just lost his memory.
Her friends had all suffered for the war, and if it was one thing they had taught each other it was that nothing was forever. And to embrace everything in its time, because it may not be there tomorrow.
Hugging her positive energy to herself that Quatra would survive, she thought of him as she had last saw him, at the fight at his house over her career choice. She had so nearly given in then. Pushing that thought away, she took a deep breath and letting it out slowly sent all of her good energry to him in the hope that it would aid his healing.
A good friend had once told her that it actually would work if you prayed for it enough, and because of her belief in the ancient art, she had won the respect of many of her contemperies as well as the love and the respect of her partner.
Which was another thing. Rei, the friend who had taught her many relaxing methods and had shown her the good side of spirtuality didn't believe in what she believed was one of the most beautiful ceremonies around...Marriage.
And if that wasn't bad enough, she had her partner propose to her six times and still he stayed with her. Shaking her head in apparent confusion, she sighed. Some women just had all the luck.
Pulling up to an empty space in the airport car park, she grabbed a ticket and ran inside..avoiding the pedesterian hustle by using the first class entrance.
Soon, she was on her way to Quatra.
*************************************************************************************************
Shaking his head side to side, in an agony of pain..Quatra unknowlingly tried to pull out the drips and needles that were stuck in him...essentially all the things that were at the moment keeping him alive.
Sighing, his small breath full of love and the pain that this had to happen..Trowa got up from his seat beside Quatra's bed and calmed him down.
As he was slowly fixing the pillow behind Quatra's head, He nearly jumped back in surprise.
Quatra's eyes were open wide and he appeared to be un a trance.
Waving a hand in front of his face to see if he was actually conscious, Trowa wasnt surprised when Quatra did nothing.
However he did notice that Quatra's lips had begun to move, almost mumbling something.
Bending over he listened intently and after five minutes of intense concentration, he realised that Quatra was repeating the same name over and over again in an almost litany of prayers.
"Mina, Mina, Mina!" Until with one final mumble he dropped back against the pillow and began to snore loudly.
Looking on amazement, Trowa pressed the button that would alert the doctors to the change from coma to simply unconscious.
Even as the doctors examined him, Trowa was haunted by what Quatra had said in his trance like state.
And why did he know that Mina meant Minako in japanese...and an even greater mystery was why that name seemed so familiar to him or was it just another mystery of his life before the wars.
He had been found in a bomb hit building and was one of the ten survivors but as the others had major injuries he seemed to have only minor along with a severe case of total amnesia.
The doctors who had been good enough to give him shelter in the hospital hadn't been able to find anything either.
This day was getting stranger and stranger.
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willow1986
enjoy
