Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 31 ( Chapter 32 )

 

A/N: Yes I live- Sorry it took so long- Thank you Kai-Li for the beta!

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Chapter 31

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“Ssh…” A calming voice soothed as gentle hands caressed his feverish cheek. “Just rest.” The voice encouraged as he struggled to open his eyes. “You're safe with me, Quatre.”

The blonde mumbled something through the haze that surrounded his brain. He knew that voice… He just… couldn't recall the name… or the face.

Frustrated with his own lack of focus, the empath reached out with his power and sought the person tending to him. Even his ability seemed hindered: if something as simple as finding someone was exhausting. However, if Quatre was anything, he was stubborn.

“Quatre,” the voice spoke again, laying a hand on the boy's arm as if that would restrain the mental probe. “There's no cause for alarm, please rest before you make yourself sick!”

“W-Who?” The blonde croaked. At least his voice kind of worked, even though the rest of his body seemed to be on strike.

“You've been injured. Stabbed on your right side, lower stomach. You have ninety-six stitches where they surgically removed the knife tip. You've been unconscious for nearly three days.” The voice ran his fingers through the injured boy's bangs, “I've been so worried, Quat. You lost a lot of blood before they fixed you up.”

The newtype tried to process this information. “Fei…?” He croaked, managing to crack his eyes open a little bit. He couldn't make out the blurry image of his caregiver.

“Safe.” The voice assured. “He and your electrical friend are being held in a containment cell.” He lifted a glass to his patient's lips. “Here, it's water. It'll help your throat.”

Quatre groaned as the faceless voice helped him up enough in order to drink the refreshing liquid. “Th-Thank you…” The empath gasped, exhausted from the exertion.

“Rest now, Little One.”

A small smile of recognition crossed the boy's face as he visibly relaxed, drifting off to sleep. “Trowa…”

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Wu Fei paced the dimensions of the cell agitatedly. It had been three days since they were thrown in here. Five days since he had last seen his partner and his last memory had not been a pleasant one. The Chinese Warrior was still fuming at his inexcusable weakness, allowing himself to faint like that- Especially when his lover needed his help! It was shameful!

The teen allowed his forehead to thud against the wall. They were screwed. That was it. They were officially screwed.

“Ban's still out there.” Ginji whispered from the corner where he huddled. “He's going to be so mad that I'm late meeting him.”

“Don't you think we've got bigger things to worry about?” The raven-haired Preventer frowned.

The blonde's smile seemed disheartened, “You don't know Ban.”

Wu Fei watched as the older teen shivered again, “What's the matter? It's not that cold in here.”

“It's a containment cell…” The Newtype buried his face in his knees and groaned in discomfort. “It binds abilities, making those locked inside restless… My electricity is building up… I feel like I'm going to burst.”

“You won't- will you?”

The brown-eyed blonde didn't answer right away, “… It's happened before… a lot of people got hurt… I almost died.”

“Great.” The stressed out teen released an exasperated sigh, before crossing the cell and sitting against the wall, opposite of where the Recoverer was. “I'm going to try to meditate. I would appreciate it if you would refrain from interrupting me, and unless you want to die, do not touch me under any circumstance.”

“O-okay.”

Onyx orbs watched for a moment as his cellmate shifted uncomfortably, grimacing with suppressed pain. “On second thought, have you ever meditated?”

The Get Backer shook his head, “Kazu tried to show me, but I don't seem to have the attention span for it.”

Wu Fei smiled. “I have a friend who is very much like you, hyper, happy and deceptively dangerous. He fidgets when he's nervous or anxious. During the war, we were trapped together in a detention block for nearly a month. After a while, he became very agitated. It turns out he became claustrophobic after he was contained for so long. An agitated Duo is a faulty bomb, unpredictable and deadly.”

“What happened?” Ginji asked, enraptured by the younger teen's story.

“I offered to teach him how to order his thoughts and control his fears.” Chang smirked at the memory. “Duo proudly declared that he wasn't afraid and he could think just fine, before admitting he couldn't sit still for that long. I then challenged him to name off, in order, the required calibrations for the Taurus, Leo, Aries and Cancer Mobil Suits in order to make them Space-worthy.”

“I take it he got them wrong?”

“Actually, he got them all correct… But it took him almost an hour to think of them, place them in the right order and then relate them to me. He ended up mirroring the pose I adapt when I meditate, and was very calm when he had his answers. Since then, he hasn't had an issue with sitting still or with meditating.” Wu Fei motioned for the other teen to sit across from him. “People seem to think a meditative calm is too difficult to achieve because they don't have the right kind of discipline. I think it's because they're too worried about messing up.”

The Chinese Preventer closed his eyes, and sat with perfect posture. “I'd like you to think back to the moment you met Ban. Recall all of the senses, sight-smell-sounds-tastes and touches, while taking slow deep breaths. Then I want you to move progressively through your good memories of him until the present day.”

Silently, Ginji did as he was instructed. A small smile brightened his face as the warmth of his memories replaced the uncomfortable pain of his pent-up ability.

Wu Fei watched the changing expressions on the other teen's face. `Much better.' He thought, before closing his own eyes and slipping into his own meditative state.

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The entrance to the highest floor of the Limitless Fortress loomed before them in a taunting ominous presence. Schuldig, Omi and Ban searched for any sign of the empath's team, only to come up with nothing.

“I can't reach them.” The red-head's frown deepened as he shook his head. “There's a lot of shielding… Damn it. They've got to be at the heart of Babylon City.”

“Quatre's group got caught?” The Weiss kitten's expression fell as the little bit of hope he had in rescuing his koi wilted. `We'll never make it…'

/“Stop it, Chibi.”/ The telepath mentally chastised. /“We aren't leaving this fortress without Prodigy.”/

Ban watched the two assassins silently converse as he inhaled on his cigarette. He really was bored with the younger teen's internal angst. With a snort, he threw the butt away. Stretching the kinks out of his back, the violet-eyed man turned away from the annoyances.

“Where are you going?” Schuldig demanded, his green eyes glaring at the Jagan Wielder.

“I'm through wasting time with you bozos.” Ban pushed his glasses up his nose as he moved to leave. “Ginji's late. I'm going to kick his ass.”

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“Your fever seems to have gone down.” Trowa stated, pleased that the blonde was making such progress.

Quatre smiled up at his friend. “That's good.” He said quietly, reaching out to the other boy. “What's bothering you, Tro? You seem so distant from me.”

The banged teen frowned at the hurt tone that laced his former lover's words. Taking the offered hand and sitting on the edge of the cot, the taller pilot settled the other's head pillowed against his thigh. “But I'm right here.” He whispered, running his fingers through the blonde strands of hair.

The empath shook his head, then immediately regretted the movement as a wave of nausea swept over him. The smaller teen was very grateful for Trowa's close presence that stabilized him. “Ph-Physically, you are… but your heart… it's so guarded… I can barely feel you…”

Emerald eyes avoided seeking azure, “Leave it alone, Quatre.”

“You know I don't blame you, right? I know you were fighting it! I know it wasn't really you! Please, Trowa…”

“Quat… It isn't about that… really.”

“Then what!?”

The banged boy sighed, shaking his head as he stood, gently easing Quatre to lay against the meager excuse for a pillow and began to pace the small room he shared with the injured teen. “It's what I'm about to do… You're almost well enough… Soon… Soon they'll demand… Gods, Quat! I can't deal with this!”

“So that is how it is then?” Quatre whispered, understanding the broken desire and the determination that he was feeling from the other pilot. Trowa's heart longed to be with him, but was determined not to be the cause of his suffering.

The blonde gasped as a mental image flashed through his mind. “I'm to be raped by you?” A surge of anger filled the newtype at the thought of being used so callously.

“I don't have a choice.” Trowa stated sadly. “It's either I do it, or some creature will. Even though you'll hate me for it, I'd rather it be me… that way, you'll not be abused.”

The empath's anger subsided some. “What's the point?” He demanded. “Why go through all this trouble!?”

“They're running some sort of experiment.” The banged boy began. “Nagi was their first attempt and the result left him comatose. Kazuki was their second, but he reacted so badly to confinement that they weren't able to get past the preliminary stage. You're their last hope.” Trowa reached his hand to caress the smaller teen's face. “Don't fight me, Quat. I don't want you to end up like the others.”

The blonde sighed, leaning into the touch, “What about, Fei?”

“He can kill me later.” Trowa stated bluntly. “But for now…” He leaned in and captured the sweet lips of his forgotten love.

Quatre shook his head as he pulled away from the banged teen. “It doesn't have to be this way, Trowa.” He said adamantly. “I refuse to make you my rapist!”

“You have to, Quat!” The taller teen insisted. “If it's not me, then someone else- someone who won't care if they hurt you- Someone who may even take pleasure in your pain- A MONSTER will replace me! I won't let that happen to you!”

“And what about you!?” The blonde shot back. “I'm to allow you to take on a burden such as that!?”

“To keep you safe, it's one I welcome with open arms!” Trowa insisted.

“My safety isn't worth that price on your conscious.”

“Quatre, please! We don't have much time! If they realize how much your health has improved, they'll force the issue!”

“No, Trowa. My mind is made up.”

The banged boy lowered his head in defeat, “Quatre, Quatre, Quatre… Why? Why do you have to make things so difficult?”

“It's in my nature.” The empath smirked as he lifted the other teen's chin and drew him into a sweet kiss that grew deeper with stressed out emotions.

Pulling away, the Newtype smiled at his former partner's confused expression. Having pity on his friend, Quatre explained. “For whatever reason, they want us to have sex. You assumed that the only way that would happen would be if someone forced me too. It's not rape if I consent to it.”

“What about Wu Fei? If you're not forced into this, then you'd be cheating on him? It would be an insult to him.”

“And if it was rape, he'd treat me as if I were spun glass.” The blonde traced delicate fingers along the plains of Trowa's chest and abdomen, teasing the sensitive skin underneath the taller boy's shirt. “Besides, he knows how I feel and understands me quite well…” Quatre smirked as Trowa reacted to his touch. “We've come to an understanding. I honestly believe he won't take offense at anything we may do.” The conniving teen tugged on the waistband of his ex's jeans. “Now are you going to stand there like a bump on a log, or are you going to ravish me? And make love to me like you used to?”

“Gods, Quat…” Trowa groaned, capturing the smaller teen in a heated kiss while his hands hurriedly removed the cloth barriers between their bodies, subconsciously being cautious of his lover's fresh injury. “How-is-it-that-you-can still- make me- feel this way!?” The banged teen demanded between kisses.

The empath moaned as his lover lavished attention to a sensitive spot near his ear. “The same way you still make me melt into a mindless pool of hormones.”

Trowa parted from the tempting blonde and encouraged his partner to lie on the meager cot. “I never would have believed we'd be like this again. I've already lost the right to call you my lover.”

“Don't you think that's for me to decide?” Quatre chastised gently, sweeping his fingers through the other teen's long bangs. “Let's pretend, shall we? We're back on Peacemillion, just after you regained your memories? Just you and me?”

“With no certainty of tomorrow?”

“With all the hope in the world.”

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To Be Continued…