Beautiful Disaster
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Kelly Clarkson or her song, and I make no profit of any kind off of this, unless it is a smile.
Rating: T (because I don't want to underrate something)
Summary: Quatre and Wufei find themselves being chased. And we are also doing a little checing in on Heero, too!
Warning: shonen ai, 4/6, mention of 2/3, 1/5. Basically I write nothing past kisses. This fanfiction really has nothing to do with the original story line.
Note of appreciation: Thanks to karina001 for always reviewing, and everyone else who reads this bit.
Chapter 13: "...don't know what he's after..."
I've thought about it many times over, but there never seems to be anything that makes sense. Oh, Milliardo, what do I do? What if I never see you again? I would most likely die without you, my precious Milliardo...
"Come Quatre, this is the way that he went, I am sure of it."
The blonde teen looked eagerly past Wufei, who had directed him this far. Quatre nearly felt like a puppy following its master like this, wasn't there anything Quatre could do to help? What if his actions just got Wufei into trouble? And why, just why did his friends have to care so much?
Quatre shook the thoughts and doubts from his mind, and made himself more aware of his surroundings. In the distance of the stone hallway he noticed shriveled vines and other wall and ceiling plants cover the space.
"Heh, that's kind of creepy." Quatre mumbled, giving his best meek grin.
"Seeing as some of them are creeping vines, I would agree." Wufei said, trying to make the weight of the situation less intense.
The two carried on with all caution possible. They walked under the dried plants, and soon saw a wooden door at the end of the hall.
"Why are the plants not on the door, too?" Quatre questioned, though he already suspected the answer.
"It is probably used often." Wufei stated, barely glimpsing the blonde beside him nod.
A sudden sound was heard, and the door ahead burst open, the two already in the hall hardly had time to perceive the situation when a loud voice shouted out.
"RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!"
Even the dim lighting couldn't mask the long braid flailing behind the American teen, and whatever else was following close behind him. Quatre nearly yelped as Wufei grabbed his arm and spun them around to follow their friends' order.
"What in the world are those?" Quatre asked, doing his best not to look back at them.
"Run faster!" Duo yelled, already catching up with the two. "Hey! Quatre, good to see you alive!"
"Hopefully this isn't the last time!" Quatre shouted back to his friend.
"Oh, and you're the real Wufei, right?" Duo asked, but no answer followed, and the brunette figured that it was okay for now anyway.
"Here!" Wufei opened a door covered in the brittle, dead greenery, and the three ran in, closing, locking and boarding the door behind them. The room was automatically lit by one torch near the door, making an eerie lighting throughout the space. Quatre leaned on the wall on the opposite side of the door from the torch, and sighed before glancing up to see Duo already inspecting the area, and Wufei dragging over other unlit torches from wherever he'd found them.
"I think it's okay in here for a little while." Duo said, "There's a lot of neat stuff on these shelves, too." The braided one snickered, before sneazing from the dust.
"We should look for a different way out. There's no way we're just going to be able to waltz right back out there." Wufei said, lighting the three torches in his hands, then handing them out so that they each had one. Quatre and Duo nodded, and the three began searching the walls and book shelves for any other secret openings or doors.
How could something so horrible be so wonderful? Why was happiness so wonderful, but sadness so drawing? Tell me why so many human beings only wanted to fight, and to cause pain in the name of peace and hope? And why, just why did other humans fight over why it was right or wrong? I am lucky to not be human... But, if you could, tell me why I still desire to help them?
Despite it all, I felt a need to help them, to save them from themselves? This brown haired boy that I now watch over, and silently guide to the truth, this boy that also suffered and fought so much in his youth, I know he will save them, he will save them all. This boy by the name of Heero Yuy, I visited him before when he was a young child... No, it was more like he had seen me, and caught me with one word, he said to me "Angel?" and I stopped, for some reason that five year old human child had made me stop. I wanted to keep going, moving along in my worldly journey, I as a winged-spirit, did not have to care about these humans that only live for their own amusement. But, this child, and now this young man that I have watched over for years, he was different... He taught me that not all humans were despicable beings. He and I talked for such a long time that first night, and I told him stories of my kind, I told him that I was not an angel, I was a spirit-being, something completely different, and that someday I would die, just as humans die. I told him that angels could not die, and that there was so much he could learn about the world he lived in, that he should not bother himself with spirit-beings, as most wanted nothing to do with humans. He was sad for a while, but he asked me if I would stay and scare away all of the bad things for just one night as he slept, I simply nodded to him. That was all he needed at that moment to rest, he held onto my arm like it were a teddy bear until he fell asleep.
Heero heard a noise down one of the many side halls of the labyrinth he had found himself in. He stopped and listened, the sound was made only one more time, and the Japanese boy peeked around the corner. Nothing was there. Curious, along with the idea he had no better option, he walked down that path.
As long as I can, I will help that child that had seen me so long ago, even if he doesn't remember me. I will save his life, and make him hang onto all of this world. I just know that he will help others to realize all of the pain that war has brought to this world, and I know that he will guide others, and be happy for the children playing without care. I understand him somehow, after watching him this many years, I have watched him grow, almost like we were family... But for winged-spirits and humans to be family was just laughable, wasn't it?
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Comment from sis: AAAARRG!!! The CLIFFHANGER again!!! Ahh.... It is such sweet agony to wait for those wonderful words to FINALLY grace my inbox!! I'm actually quite speechless! You took a simple Quatre-gets-angelnapped story and turned it into the most thrilling suspense story I've ever read... In other words: I never can finish those BOOOOORING novels at the library, but I can't wait to read your new chapters!! Keep 'em commin' kichi-imoto!
Note: This chapter was based in the thoughts of an original character I just made special for this story. I hope to incorporate him more (yes, it is a he ^.^) and I hope I don't offend anyone with his presence. As the story states, he is not an "angel" he is a "winged-spirit-being" an original design of mine (hopefully, at leased I haven't heard of anyone else with a character like this one . sorry if you have). I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and sorry for it taking so long to post ^.^;; please R&R if you can, 'cuz I enjoy them very much!