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: The end finally comes, but is it really like it seems?
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.
Chapter 14: "...through the tears and the laughter"
It was an odd feeling, almost as if he were someone else for a moment. Quatre opened his eyes and glanced around the dark room, noticing Duo and Wufei shifting through random items on a table near the blocked door. As he watched the two of them he wondered if he had fallen asleep and had a dream about following Heero, and was trying to lead him out of this maze of a house. Quatre let out a jagged sigh, getting the attention of his two friends. Duo gave him a big smile.
"You awake now? You've been out for a little while now." The braided American asked as he made his way over and plopped down beside Quatre on the cold stone floor. He leaned forward on one of his knees, and looked closely into the blond's eyes. "You're worried about Zechs, right?"
It was Quatre's turn to smile before returning the question, "What about Trowa? Or even Heero?"
"Hate to be the selfish one here, but, what about us?" Wufei asked, leaning back against the table and folding his arms across his chest. "I'm sure they are all fine, anyway. And they are all most likely worried about us... But, we should be thinking about all of those beasts-no, those monsters, out there." He nodded toward the door.
"I guess. It'd be no good if everyone else got outta this place, only for the three of us to be eaten by butt-ugly fiends!" Duo agreed, leaning back against the wall. "Yeah, so, what's the battle plan?"
"There is no other exit besides that one door, and all of the walls have some sort of stone or metal behind them." Wufei paused a moment to gather his thoughts, " We will have to arm ourselves and fight our way out of this."
Quatre nodded, there really was no other way, and who knew what trouble Milliardo had to fight his way out of by now.
"And, Wuffles," Duo started, "Where are these weapons with which to arm ourselves?"
"Find something." Wufei said as he glared at the brunette, before looking elsewhere in the dim lighting. "Anything metal should work."
"Maybe they don't like fire." Quatre presumed, "With all of those eyes, and little for us to work with, we should at least try it."
"All right, let's get to work!" Duo chirped, before jumping up to fish around the room some more, Quatre close behind.
It didn't take long to put their weapons together.. They were lucky enough to be in a room with plenty of wood things, and they managed to find a couple of three foot long steel bars. Now that they were armed they took a couple of moments to themselves before preparing for the fight, and taking down the makeshift barricade in front of the only door..
It was eerily quiet, with a couple scratching sounds now and again. Duo stepped closest to the door, and grasped the knob, glancing back at the other two for their approval. After Wufei and Quatre both nodded, Duo quickly swung the door open. Without missing a beat Wufei jabbed one of the poles with a blazing tip out the gap. The assault created quite a stir with the monsters, causing them all to attack once again. The ex-pilots fought their best, but still couldn't escape the room, and the monsters had managed to push their way in.
Quatre had resorted to only defending himself, and could no longer see Wufei or Duo. Regret lingered right outside of the blondes' mind, but their decision as a team was final, so there was nothing to regret. A sharp pain in his arm hindered his reaction time, and he saw was a large, clawed hand coming strait for his face... He knew there was nothing he could do, so he just closed his eyes with the thought of Milliardo to follow him into the darkness.
"He's been unconscious for so long."
"It'll be alright, he just needs to rest."
"I hope he wakes up soon."
"I'm sure he will."
'Who was that? Was it Milliardo? Did we manage to make it out alive? I thought I was going to die, did Wufei and Duo manage to save me?' Quatre tried to move his arm, it refused at first, but after a moment it slowly did as he wanted. He reached out, searching for Milliardo's hand.
"Quatre!" Two hands clasped his one, and he knew this time that it was Milliardo's voice.
"I will go get the doctor." A woman's voice said, the same voice that had been talking to Milliardo.
He was tired of it. Quatre was completely sick and tired of all his darkness. He wanted to open his eyes, to soak in the light, and to take in the sight of Milliardo. He tried, and his efforts were rewarded, his eyes barely opened and the light flooded his vision. After a moment things started to fall into place, images began to form, and the one thing he wanted to see more than anything else was right there in front of him. He was smiling, with tears brimming the corners of his eyes. Quatre smiled back at Milliardo.
"Wh... What happened?" Quatre asked hoarsely with effort.
"You've been in a coma for the last two months. When we were on our way to China our airplane crashed, and you were hit in the head pretty hard." Milliardo explained, doing his best to keep his smile.
"Crash? Are you alright?" Quatre asked, his worry seeping into his words.
"Broken arm and a few cuts, I'm just fine now that you are awake." Milliardo answered, chuckling a bit. "Though you should worry about your own health more than mine right now."
Quatre smiled and chuckled back. He had been dreaming, no wonder everything seemed so out of place. Monsters, crazy people obsessed with eyes, and labyrinth houses! Quatre felt relieved, he could now relax and forget about it. He glanced around the room, noticing several 'get well soon' baskets with flowers, and four people sleeping in chairs. It was good now, and everyone might accept Milliardo Peacecraft as his beloved. Despite it all, there was a slight oddness to all of this, almost as if this were the dream. Quatre looked back at Milliardo and smiled, before flinching at a slight sting in his arm.
THE END
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Note: Well, this is the long awaited end, tell me what you think, R&R.