Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 28 ( Chapter 29 )

­­­A/N: ::Huggles Skylark:: Thank you for the beta!

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Chapter 28

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Wu Fei shifted uncomfortably, while Trowa blatantly refused to look at the other two pilots, much preferring to keep his eyes on the sleeping blonde.

“WELL!?” Duo prompted when the story drifted off.

The banged teen sighed, “My memories of events that took place while under the puppeteer's control are foggy at best….”

“I was unconscious.” The Chinese admitted.

“Then…” The braided teen turned his gaze onto the empath that slept nestled between the two young men that loved him very much.

“Quatre is the only one that really knows what happened in the time between his surrender and when we were rescued.”

Hiiro rubbed his eyes. “We really should get something into his stomach.”

“But he needs rest as well.” Trowa pointed out, reaching to brush back the blonde's bangs.

“How about this? I'll go see if I can't find some soup or yogurt. He can sleep until I return. Then we'll feed him and see if he can't fill in the blanks.”

“Sounds good.” Wu Fei agreed.

“Duo… Why don't you give me a hand?” Hiiro suggested, tugging on the violet-eyed teen's braid.

“Huh? Uh… Sure, `Ro…”

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Once the other two pilots had left, Wu Fei glanced at the other teen. “That wasn't true, was it?” He began. “You do remember.”

“I remember just as much as you were awake.”

“Fair enough.”

They sat in silence for a few moments before Trowa spoke again, “I never did thank you for saving him… from that day.” The taller teen rubbed his shoulder where the gunshot wounds were still healing.

“It really wasn't your fault.” The Oriental reassured, “And Quatre has already forgiven you for it, even though he never blamed you to start with… You should let it go.”

Bangs covering his eyes, Trowa gave a slight nod. `It's just not that simple.' He thought to himself.

“I know it's not simple.” Wu Fei agreed, not noticing the startled look on the pensive teen. “But it's not fair to Quat for you to keep dwelling in it.”

“Wu Fei… If we can defeat Esselte, and they finally leave Quatre alone… And if he still wants us… We can't make him choose. If we do, then he'll just run again… and this time, he won't allow us to find him.”

“You're right… but are you okay with sharing?”

“For him? Yes.” Trowa replied immediately.

A small smile crossed the Chinese's face, “I'm glad to hear that.”

A more comfortable silence fell between them as they watched the empath sleep.

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“What's up, `Ro?” The braided teen asked, intertwining their fingers. “You really need me to help with soup?”

“No.” Hiiro admitted, raising their joined hands to kiss the back of Duo's. “But you've been listening to them for several hours now and I thought it would be good for everyone if you took a break. It also seemed as if Chang and Barton needed to talk without us.”

“Hmm.” The boy agreed. “Hearing about all this just pisses me off! This horrible event happens to the three of them, and they don't even clue us in! So what if we were on a mission? We would have helped them! And that they both hurt Quat! And Esselte! And that Talia bitch! I want to introduce them all to Shinigami!”

“There's still more.” Hiiro reminded, rubbing his boyfriend's shoulders, trying to calm him down. “Quatre still needs to finish telling us the rest of the story.”

“I don't know if I want to hear anymore.” Duo admitted, rubbing his tired eyes. “And Quatre said that they're going to be coming here? Who and When!? I hate fights where I don't know the enemy!”

“Easy, love.” The Japanese teen pulled the other into a tight embrace. “If you let your emotions get to rampant, you'll end up hurting Quatre.”

Violet eyes closed as the boy took a slow deep breath. As he released the air, his lithe body lost some, if not all, of its tension. “You're right.” Duo stated quietly, burying his face in his lover's chest.

“Come on… Let's find the kitchen and get Quatre some food. He really is too skinny.”

“Hai.” The braided teen nodded, “I don't get why eating makes him so sick!”

“Hopefully that will be something he enlightens us about.” Hiiro sighed, rubbing the back of his neck while urging the other boy to start walking again.

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“We should warn him, before Hiiro and Duo return.” Wu Fei murmured in a low voice. “He should be the one who decides how much to divulge.”

The banged boy nodded, before a mischievous smirk threatened to appear, “Well then, should we wake him?”

Catching the gleam in his emerald eyes, Wu Fei nodded in agreement, and watched as the taller teen leaned down to feather light kisses along the side of the sleeping boy's face and neck.

Quatre hummed, stirring slightly, without waking up.

The Chinese teen smiled at Trowa when he sat back up, before leaning down to lay his own whispering kisses along the other side of the blonde's face and neck.

The empath's face scrunched up briefly before relaxing. Slowly, his azure eyes fluttered open to the welcoming, if not confusing, sight of the two he loved. “T-Tro… Fei? What…?”

Quatre grimaced, and placed a thin hand to his sore throat. `That's right… I tried to eat and threw up…'

“Hold on…” Wu Fei urged, getting up from the bed and disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. Moments later he returned with a welcomed glass of water.

Trowa helped the thin teen to sit up, adjusting their positions so that the blonde's back rested against his chest. Even that slight movement was exhausting for the weakened newtype, and his chest heaved with the effort.

“Drink this.” Wu Fei prompted, bringing the glass to the blonde's lips.

The water felt like heaven on his raw throat. “Thank you.” He whispered.

“You're welcome.”

“Quatre…” Trowa began, “We've been filling Hiiro and Duo in on the mission. We've gotten as far as your surrender to Talia.”

The Chinese teen took the pale hand in his own, frowning at how chilly it was despite the fevered flush on the boy's white complexion. “We weren't sure how much you wanted them to know beyond that point.”

“Duo? Hiiro? W-Where?”

“They went to find you something to eat.” Trowa answered. “They should be back soon.”

“I can't…”

“You must.” Wu Fei cut off, reaching up and brushing back some of the blonde's bangs, before caressing his heated cheek. “Quatre, you… you can barely sit up. You have a fever. You need nourishment. Even if it's just a little bit.”

“Please don't make me.” The blonde closed his eyes, his head resting against Trowa's shoulder.

“Why is it you can't keep anything down?” Trowa asked, rubbing his friend's shoulders soothingly.

“I don't know.” The smaller teen replied, opening his eyes once more. “I think it may be a side effect of the surgery Esselte performed on me.”

“How are you healing from that?” Wu Fei asked, concerned.

“As well as can be expected, I suppose.”

“May I?” The Oriental questioned, hand poised to lift the blonde's shirt.

With his consenting nod, Wu Fei proceeded to pull the loose fabric away from Quatre's stomach. There were a series of forty or so stitches along a long and narrow gash several inches south from the scare left from when Dorothy Catalonia had stabbed him during the war. The wound itself seemed irritated and angry red.

“Shouldn't you have had the stitches removed by now? It looks infected.” Trowa asked.

“They keep tearing. This is the third time I've had to have them redone.” The thin boy groaned in protest as Wu Fei prodded the injury. “Stop that!” he demanded pushing away the curious fingers. “It's a bad area. Anytime I just twist wrong or stand up to fast it starts to bleed again.”

“Who's been doing the stitches?” Onyx eyes flashed angrily.

Quatre flinched, a sharp gasp escaping him as his fingers dug into the bedspread. “A-Auda… Fei, it was Auda.”

“You didn't do them yourself?”

“No! Ask him!” The empath snapped. “They're at too odd of an angle for me to do myself!”

“You tried, though.” Trowa stated.

The blonde had the decency to blush, “I didn't want to bother anyone.”

“Has Sally seen this since we returned from the mission?”

“…”

“Tomorrow, we'll take you to see her.” Chang's voice left no room for argument. “You could die if this gets worse.”

Resigned, the sick teen acquiesced.

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Relena paced her office, lost in thought. Her personal assistant watched her with mild amusement as the former Queen of the ESUN snagged the toe of her shoe on the carpet and tripped. “Damn it!” The political figure swore.

“Are you alright?” Dorothy inquired.

“I'm fine.” The auburn haired girl pouted. “I just don't like this at all. That braided menace convinced Hiiro to leave before my party even got started, and the guests of honor haven't shown up yet! It's a disaster! How the hell am I supposed to get Hiiro to realize the truth of the bastard's deception if the people who promised to help me aren't here!”

“Some people arrive when they feel like it and not before.” Catalonia pointed out, as she moved to prepare some tea for the distraught teenager.

“Even so, there is a difference between fashionably late and just plain rude late.”

“Miss Relena, I don't think these are the type of people who care about social graces. They are used to getting what they want, when they want it; and for some reason, they desperately want Quatre Raberba Winner.”

“Curious, isn't it.” The girl mused. “And they could have had him with minimal fuss if he had bothered to show up.”

“It doesn't bother you to betray those that trust you?”

“Should it?” Relena raised an eyebrow. “It's not like I asked for his trust.”

“Sometimes, you are positively evil, Miss Relena.” Dorothy smiled proudly.

“Not at all.” The pacifist denied. “I simply know what I want and how to get it. And I'm not above crushing anything or any braided menace that gets in my way.”

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To be continued…