"Did you hear?" Duo asked, placing his hands behind his head.
"Hear what?" Trowa asked.
"You know Diane Rodriguez?"
"Isn't that the girl that liked you in fifth grade, Trowa?" Quatre asked. Trowa nodded. He remembered her all too well.
"Well, her dad died. He had cancer and was supposed to live for, like, another couple years but he kicked the bucket early by choking himself with those tubes used to give you air."
"Man…that's harsh." Trowa shook his head.
"I'd be traumatized for life. But ain't it ironic that he choked from air tubes?"
"Very. But you shouldn't talk about it like that." Wufei snapped. "Change the subject. Talking about death isn't very appealing."
"Guys, I'll be right back." Quatre piped in. He got up from the bench and started walking around the campus.
* * *
"Come on, Ralph. Let's go kick someone. You never do anything like that anymore."
"Shut up, Mike. I just don't feel like it no more."
"That's crap. You haven't done nothin' in the past three years since that day we got punched back."
"Don's right. You're getting soft." Mike sneered.
"Shut up."
"He's not getting soft. He's getting weak. Just like his old man."
"Fuck you, Don! Don't talk about my father like that!" Ralph roared.
"What're you gonna do about it you wussy? Nothin', that's what. You ain't got nothin' left. Come on, Don. Let's go find someone to knock out."
"Yeah. Let's leave this loser to himself."
Mike and Don leave Ralph all alone without even once glancing back. Ralph just huffed. "I don't need you guys anyway…jerks…" Ralph whispered.
"Ralph?" someone called.
Ralph jerked his head around and faced his speaker.
"Hey smarty pants," he sneered. "Whaddaya want? You wanna make fun of me? Call me a wuss? You finally want payback for two years of beatings?"
"No…none of that…" Quatre whispered, looking down at his toe while digging it into the dirt.
"Then what? Whaddaya want?" Ralph was getting highly irritated. He just wanted to be left alone.
"I heard about what happened to your dad…"
"You and the rest of the world." Ralph scoffed.
"I'm sorry." Quatre looked up at Ralph. "It's real hard to deal with a loss of a family member. I went through it too. My mom passed away about five years ago. It hurts but there's nothing you can do about it. It's not fair." Ralph stared at Quatre, surprised that the smaller boy would be sympathetic at all after what he'd done to him.
"Quatre!" someone called. Quatre looked over his shoulder then back at Ralph.
"I guess I should go now. Ralph, even though we never got along, if you ever want someone to talk to, I'm here." Quatre gave the boy a reassuring smile. "I'll see you around." Quatre waved and turned to go to whoever called him, leaving Ralph confused, surprised, and a little relieved.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam boys. I own Ralph though. And his goonies. Not to meantion his sister. Oh and Richie too. And an overactive imagination.
Very short chapter but this had to entered cause if I were you, I'd wanna know what happened to Ralph. And so there you go.