Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

 

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Chapter 11

 

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/“Duo, could we stop for a bit?”/ Quatre asked, rubbing his eyes. /”I need a break.”/

 

“You ok, Quat?” The braided teen asked worriedly, noticing that his friend's complexion seemed paler than before.

 

/“Yeah… I just need something to eat, to use the bathroom and to stretch.”/ The blonde smiled reassuringly, /“ Allah, we've been talking for almost three hours.”/

 

The braided boy's eyes bugged out of his head, “What!? Has it really been that long?” He cast a glance over towards Hiiro, who confirmed the passage of time. “Wow, and the pink bitch hasn't interrupted once…” He muttered, “Wonder what she's up too…”

 

/”What was that?”/ Quatre blinked.

 

“Nothing.” Duo grinned, “How about I give you a call back in an hour? I have some things to take care of myself…”

 

/”That's fine… I have no where to be.”/ The empath agreed, his azure eyes avoiding the amethyst orbs of his friend. /”But, Duo… Promise me you won't call them… It's not your problem… and I don't want you getting involved too.”/

 

“I'm already involved, Quat.” Death warned, “But you have my word that I won't call them.”

 

/”Arigatou, Duo.”/

 

`Hang in there, Q.” The American encouraged before disconnecting his call. “It'll turn out.”

 

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The blonde stared at the blank Vid-screen for a moment before standing. “Rashid,” He called.

 

“Yes, Master Quatre?” The burly man opened the door and stepped in.

 

“I'm leaving.” The empath shook his head, not looking at his long time friend and loyal bodyguard. “I need to go… I… I need for you to arrange a way for me to discretely vanish… They'll be coming here… I know Duo… I know that Hiiro was right there with him… probably them too. Oh, Allah… I can't…”

 

“It's not like you to run away from your problems, Master Quatre.” Rashid frowned slightly, worried about the teen's drastic change of behavior.

 

“I'm not running away…” The former Gundam pilot protested.

 

“Then what would you call your currant actions?”

 

“Tactfully retreating.”

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“He's not on the colony.” Hiiro stated once Duo had stepped away from the phone to peer over the Japanese boy's shoulder at the laptop screen.

 

The braided boy nodded, “I thought so. Any idea as to where he is?”

 

“From what I can tell, he's bouncing the signal from your call off of different satellites and colonies.” The computer hacker shook his head as he typed rapidly on his laptop, “It's almost untraceable. Wherever he is, he doesn't want to be found.”

 

“Of course he doesn't.” Duo growled, “With friends like them, who needs OZ?”

 

“You're not being fair, Maxwell.” Wu Fei protested, bristling with anger. “You don't know the whole story and even if Quatre tells you all of it, you're still only hearing his point of view.”

 

A dangerous look gleamed in Shinigami's violet eyes. “You give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick your asses all the way back to the colonies.”

 

“Because the people that are truly responsible for hurting him… are still out there.” Trowa replied.

 

“Do tell.” Duo dared, Hiiro's glare adding to his own.

 

Wu Fei and Trowa shifted uneasily before exchanging a brief look. A silent argument seemed to brew between them.

 

“Alright!” Wu Fei shouted exasperated. “I'll pick up where Quatre left off.”

 

“Don't spare any details.” Shinigami warned.

 

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That night at the hospital was uncomfortable and worrisome for the Chinese Preventer. Quatre seemed to be locked in fit after fit of nightmares. The thrashing the blonde went through kept pulling at the IV's and monitors. Several times, Wu Fei had to wake the blonde from his torment, calm him down and watch helplessly as the injured boy fell back into an exhausted sleep.

 

As time wore on, the Chinese warrior began feeling the effects of his hectic day. Fighting against his closing eyes, Wu Fei gave the sleeping teen's hand a gentle squeeze. “I'm going to step out for a moment,” He whispered, “I won't be far.”

 

Carefully closing the door behind him, 05 tried to get a passing nurse's attention. “Excuse me…”

 

“Yes, sir?” The girl asked in a perky voice. Her shining green eyes twinkled as brightly as her smile.

 

Wu Fei stifled an annoyed groan. This girl was too hyper for… A brief check of his watch… 3:48 in the morning. “I am unable to leave, would you be kind enough to bring some tea and something to eat?”

 

“Actually sir, the kitchen is closed for another hour.” The nurse apologized. “I'd be happy to bring you something then.”

 

The Preventer rubbed his eyes. An hour wasn't unreasonable… but he was feeling strangely exhausted. It was unusual because he usually spent several days in a row without sleep when he was on a mission. He should be able to handle an hour… but his eyes felt so… tired…

 

“Have a pleasant sleep, Chang Wu Fei…” The nurse smirked as the teen's vision blurred and he collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

 

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Kazuki followed his sightless friend in blind trust. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that something dangerous was waiting at their destination. Nervously, he reached up to feel the bells that hung in his hair.

 

He gasped.

 

“I suppose you're looking for these?” Juubei asked, displaying the Thread master's weapons between his fingers.

 

“Juubei…” The longhaired teen said slowly, “Give me back my bells.”

 

“I'm sorry, Kazuki, but I'm not allowed to do that.”

 

Chocolate eyes saddened as Kazuki realized what was happening. He couldn't help the burning tears that clouded his vision. “If you're going to betray me once more, then please… at least do me the kindness of killing me so that I don't have to live through it again!”

 

“You're no use to me dead.” The blind man snorted as he drew a long white needle from its sheathe on his arm.

 

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Some time in the middle of the night, faint whisperings against his mental shields awoke the injured Preventer.

 

/”Wake up… You're in danger… They're after you…”/

 

“Nnn…” Quatre opened his eyes.

 

A shadow of a man was lifting a needle to his pale, bandaged arm.

 

/”Fight, Quatre!”/ The voice in his head urged. /”Don't let them take you!”/

 

“WU FEI!” The blonde cried, jerking his arm away from the mysterious threat. Ignoring the agonizing pain that the sharp movements caused his broken body, the former pilot lashed out with his leg, kicking the enemy in the gut before rolling off the side of the bed.

 

“You insolent Brat!” A gruff voice cursed, trying to grab the teen.

 

“WHO ARE YOU!?” Quatre demanded, scrambling to the door. “What do you want with me!?”

 

A hand snatched the color of his hospital gown, choking the boy.

 

“Wu-ACK!”

 

“This would have been much simpler had you cooperated.” The man snarled in his ear, tightening his hold on the struggling teen as another man approached him with the syringe.

 

Quatre closed his eyes, drawing all the emotions he could sense into him. His own emotions, his enemy's lustful emotions, the pain and sorrow of the hospital; it became a swirling hurricane inside the new-type's heart with his fragile soul as the eye.

 

Their victim seemed resigned to his fate. His captors smirked, “Not so tough now, are you?”

 

The empath opened his eyes.

 

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To be continued…