Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 17 )

 

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Chapter 16

 

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Quatre paused his packing when a sudden wave of emotion swept through his heart, “Wu Fei…” He whispered, reaching up and rubbing the area gently. “Trowa…”

 

“Master Quatre?” Rashid addressed.

 

With a harsh swallow, the blonde glanced up at his towering bodyguard and friend. “Yes?”

 

“The shuttle is ready as soon as you are. The taxi will be here within forty-five minutes.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Are you sure you want to be doing this?” The burly man pressed, “Wouldn't it be better to try and resolve the dispute that has brewed between the three of you?”

 

The empath smiled as the fatherly love emanated from the older man, “I appreciate your advice, Rashid… I really do… But… If I tell them what's wrong with me, if I go back now, then it'll be like I'm trapping them. This isn't something I can fix. They have to come to terms and figure out a solution.”

 

“And if it's not the solution you need?”

 

“Then I'll die.”

 

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“Tro, you okay?” Duo frowned, “You look awfully pale all of a sudden.”

 

The emerald-eyed teen didn't acknowledge his braided friend. “Hiiro… You have to find him…”

 

“I'm close.” The Japanese boy answered, “He's here in the city. When Duo calls him back, I'll be able to cut out some of the points the signal is bouncing off of and trace the call to its source. Then we'll know exactly where he is.”

 

“That's not going to be fast enough!” Trowa snapped.

 

“What's wrong?” Wu Fei whispered.

 

“He's crying.” The tall ex-pilot shuddered, bringing his arms around himself as he closed his eyes against the invisible torment he felt, “Not again… Please, Quatre… not again…”

 

“I'll keep searching.” Hiiro promised, before pointing at Wu Fei. “You keep talking.”

 

The Chinese teen nodded, placing a comforting hand on the agitated banged boy's shoulder.

 

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The next morning found both Preventers in better moods. Wu Fei felt strangely at ease with the smaller teen who, in turn, seemed more in control and in less pain.

 

While his lover was in the shower, Chang took a brisk walk down the street to a little café on the corner. There he bought a suitable muffin and tea for his partner, as well as for himself, along with the morning newspaper. The front page featured a story about strange happenings at the hospital from last night. The Chinese teen inwardly groaned at the picture of the charred remains of his once prized vehicle. He did not value many physical possessions, but that car had meant a great deal to him.

 

He sighed. There wasn't anything he could do about his beloved car now. He just had to keep reminding himself that the empath had been right when he said, “At least it wasn't you.”

 

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Quatre looked up with a small smile as his lover entered the small apartment bearing breakfast. “I wondered where you had gone off to.” He greeted, accepting the steaming beverage as well as the mushroom shaped meal that Wu Fei had offered him. “Thank you.”

 

“No problem.” The raven-haired teen shrugged, leaning down to kiss the smaller Preventer. “How are you this morning?”

 

“Hmm.” The blonde purred happily. “Fine… I feel almost… rejuvenated. Well rested.”

 

“That's hard to believe, considering adventures of last night.” Wu Fei shook his head, adding sugar to his own tea. “Are you sure you're alright? I don't want you omitting the truth just to appear strong. You're already strong, I told you that.”

 

“I know.” Quatre smiled cheekily as a cute blush crossed his face. “And I'm not omitting anything. I honestly do feel much better. Even while I was showering, I noticed that most of the bruising and cuts from Trowa's assault have faded into almost nothing.”

 

“Really!?” Wu Fei frowned, reaching over and pulling the light fabric of his partner's shirt aside so that he could see for himself. “You don't usually heal quickly.”

 

“It is unusual.” The empath admitted.

 

“How?”

 

“I think a better question is: `why?'” Quatre raised an eyebrow as he sipped his tea.

 

“Why?” The Chinese boy seemed confused.

 

“It's a much better way of learning information. `How' gives you the mechanics behind an event. Although important, it doesn't explain a whole lot for the simple reason that it doesn't offer a reason for the events, and without a reason, `How' doesn't matter at all. `Why' explains motivation and cause. It opens a new door of understanding.”

 

“Okay. Why did you heal so quickly?”

 

“Why weren't you influenced by the puppeteer?”

 

Wu Fei rolled his eyes, “That's not fair, Quat. You can't answer a question with a question.”

 

“Really?” The blonde grinned mischievously.

 

“What are you up to?”

 

“There are three main `Laws', if you will, that govern all attack powers that new-types have.”

 

“Attack powers?”

 

The empath sighed, mentally ordering his thoughts for an eaiser explanation. “New-types that have a passive power, like me, can't use it to manipulate anyone else, or to cause damage. Basically, the only one who knows about the power is the new-type and anybody they've told.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“An active power manipulates people, objects or circumstances to the will of the New-Type, most often leading to destructive outcomes either mentally or physically and are almost always the cause of `Witch Hunts'.”

 

“An example?”

 

“I can feel your emotions, I can give you a whisper of mine, but I can't force you to change how you feel.” At his lover's nod, the new-type continued, “A Telekinetic, for example, can manipulate objects around him to float. Some can even manipulate the air and space enough to fly, or teleport.”

 

“Like our vic Nagi.”

 

“Correct.”

 

“So what are these laws?”

 

The blonde gave a shaky smile. “Number 1: They are not to be displayed in public, especially around media. Number 2: They are not to be used to kill…”

 

“Yeah, I bet these `Laws' don't get followed too closely.”

 

A smile of what seemed to be satisfaction crept up to Quatre's lips as he retorted the Chinese successor's spiteful words, “Most of the New-types I've met do follow these pretty closely. If they are forced to break them, it's usually for saving a civilian or in self-defense.”

 

“But not all.”

 

The smaller teen shook his head, the faint smile quickly disappearing to make way for the sad expression on the pale face housed next. “No. Not all. There is a foundation stationed in Germany that trains New-Types to use all of their power at the maximum capacity in order to make them lethal soldiers. This organization and its sub-levels are notorious for horrors that I can't even begin to describe. They have been around for centuries, long before the first colony was built. They stand behind the majority of the Earth's bloodiest times… from the Philistines to OZ. They are strong and ruthless, and seek absolute power above all else…”

 

“Sounds like you've run into them before.” Wu Fei frowned, taking his lover's thin trembling hands into his own.

 

“I…” Quatre sighed. “I was sent to their school when I was a child. My powers were so out of control…”

 

“Rozen Kruetz?”

 

“Yes. I don't remember what happened… but I didn't stay there very long. Now I run into them every so often, and it almost never ends well.”

 

“Might it have something to do with your active power?” The Chinese Preventer asked.

 

The blonde gave him a confused look, “My empathic ability is passive. I don't have an active power.”

 

“Then how do you explain what happened last night?” Wu Fei pressed, “In your hospital room. You killed three men without even touching them.”

 

Quatre's confusion grew. “I don't know what you're talking about, Fei. What men?”

 

“At the hospital, three men tried to drug and presumably kidnap you. By the time I was able to get to you, they were dead.”

 

“You said you'd stay with me, I slept… and then we were fighting the puppets...” The empath shook his head, “What men?”

 

“You don't remember.” Onyx eyes narrowed. Putting that information aside for further thought at a later time, Chang tactfully directed the conversation back on track. “What was the third law?”

 

“They can't be use on another new-type.” The blonde readily answered, grateful for the change in subject.

 

Wu Fei's eyes went wide at the realization of what Quatre's words implied.

 

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To be continued…