Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Face From The Past ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Suki Tenshi 
It's chapter 5!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.03.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 158 | Status: Completed
It's chapter 5!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.03.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 158 | Status: Completed
A Face From The Past
Chapter 5
Disclaimers: yeah, I do not own GW. I just have rights to the plot line and the character I create. Do not sue. I don't make money off this.
Okay, I'm making progess. Dispite the fact that Fanfiction.net is not letting me upload any ficts, I will continue to write. By the looks of things, I'm about half way done, but that could change. I may add/delete chapters.
Duo and Quatre sat patiently in the waiting room for news on Syira's condition from the doctor. When he came out, Duo stood up.
"How is she, Doctor Toemoe?" Duo asked in a quiet, caring voice, one that's not used often by the braided pilot. He took a heavy sigh.
"She'll be alright, but she needs to stay here for awhile. She's lost a good deal of blood and we've discovered some broken ribs and bones, some of which seem to have been there for a couple of months, but not serious. It's amazing that she even surived. Any normal person would have died or be on the brink of death."
"Well, she's not exactually normal. When can we see her, doc?" he asked concerningly.
"You can see her now, if you like, but not for very long. She's still very weakened right now. She's in room 108." He pointed at the doors. "Go through these doors, go down the hall, and it's the last door to your left." Quatre stood up and the two pilots headed off to see their injuried friend.
********
Duo quietly knocked on the door and opened it enough to pock his head.
"Syira," he whispered to the room. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah," she said in a soft voice. "Come on in." Duo opened the door and entered into the room with Quatre behind him,but stopped after taking a couple steps into the room. Duo walked over to the side of her bed, pulled up a chair, and sat down. Syira was laying down on the bed.
"How are you feel?" He brushed her bangs off her face.
"I'm feeling alright. Just a couple bumbs and brushes." She said with a weak smile. Quatre just stood there, showing no emotion, and looked at Syira.
"Duo."
"Yeah, Syi."
"Can you please step out for a sec?" Duo looked at her couriously.
"What's up?"
"I just need to talk to Quatre for a sec." Duo started at Syira for a second.
"Alright, Syira," he said reluctantly. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm trusting you." He headed for the door, and turned around with a grin. "Just don't do anything that I'd do." Syira smiled as Duo headed outside. The room was silent, even with the closing of the door.
"Well," said Quatre after a few minutes of silence. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US ABOUT THE DOLLS!" Quatre yelled angrly. "We could have DONE something. We could have brought our gundams!"
"And what good what have that done? None of your gundams are close enough to have made in time to do anything. If you had sent in your gundams, they could have done some REAL damage and thousands of people would have died instead of me being the only one hurt. If I had said something, panic would have ensued. Peace has only been around for such a small time. I knew about the dolls, and I had a mobile that was close enough to destory them with no civilian casualities. I took the chances going into that battle, Quatre. Lying here in bed is just a small price to pay for saving those lives." She turned her head to face Quatre. "Including you life, Quatre."
"Then WHY WERE YOU SO CARELESS!"
"It was an accident. The force of the rubble hitting Fieldhove's back travelled into the cockpit, causing the equipment to hit my head. I managed to stay awake for awhile, but I could fell my body beginning to shut down. Just as I was about to black out, Fieldhove opened the cockpit door, and let me out. If she hadn't done that, I'd be dead by now."
"WHY DIDN'T YOU.."
"WHY DIDN'T I WHAT QUATRE," Syira interrupted. "WHY DIDN'T I WHAT?!"
"Say that you were a mobile suit pilot," he replied, as if taken back but Syira's outbrust.
"So what? I can pilot a mobile suit. BIG DEAL! It comes with the territory of being a rebel fighter, Quatre. I'm a rebel fighter and a rebel fighter needs to know how to fight."
"Why?! Peace has finally be achieved, Syira!"
"Not everywhere! Someplaces are still in war. These battles just aren't important enough to make the ESU's table."
"So, was coming to the ball was just a cover up?"
"NO!" Syira shouted, with even more rage then before in her voice. Quatre was shackened up by this. "I didn't know about the dolls until I got here. Remember when I passed out? My mind is linked to Fieldhove's sensors and they alert me of anything that's approaching the area. The trip was suppose to be a vaction away from the war, and so I could spend some time with Duo. He's my only family left, Quatre. I couldn't bare lossing him as well."
"Why? Because your consense would eat away at you!" Quatre said with hatred.
"WHY ARE YOU BEING SO UNREASONIBLE, QUATRE!" she yelled. "Ever since I asked Duo to leave, you've been critizing every step, move and reason I've made surrounding this. No, I wouldn't miss Duo beucase of my consense. I'd miss him because I love him. He's my brother and he's all I have left. Are you angry at me because I didn't tell you about me being able to pilot a mobile suit?"
"YES!" he yelled. There was an uneasy silence between the two, but soon Syira broke the silence.
"I don't blame you." Quatre looked at her with a surprised look on his face. "I'd be mad too if the rules were switched, but all I'm asking of you is forgiveness, Quatre. There's nothing else left to hide about myself."
"Are you done."
"Huh?"
"Are you done lieing? I can tell that there's still more about you to know, Syira. There's still more that you haven't told, things that Duo doesn't even know."
"Do I have your forgiveness?"
"Don't change the topic, Syira."
"You changed the topic. Not me. Well? Do I?" Quatre took a deep breath.
"For not telling us about Fieldhove and the dolls, yes, but not about lieing about yourself.There's more about you that you haven't told us about, stuff that even Duo doesn't even know about."
"When will you forgive me?" Syira looksto the ceiling.
"When you tell everyone, including Duo, what you've left out about yourself." Quatre turned and headed towards the door.
"Quatre." He stopped.
"Yes?"
"Can you send Duo back in?"
"Sure." Quatre walked out of the room and Duo soon comes back in. He pulled a chair up beside Syira's bed and sat down.
"Are you okay? I couldhear the yelling from outside." He chuckled. "That's a first."
"What's a first?"
"That either one of you yelled. Quatre's usually a quiet person." Syira smiled.
"I'm alright. A bit banged up, but I'll be alright. Quatre, on the other hand, isn't."
"Why?" Syira took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling once again.
"I think it's because when he first meet me, he saw me as a gentle soul kind of person, someone who didn't pilot a mobile suit, let alone destory a couple of Mobile Dolls. Now, he's seen me as someone else."
"He'll be fine, Syi," reassured Duo. "I'm sure of it." Syira looked at Duo and smiled.
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"How are you handling it?" Duo smiled back.
"To tell you the truth, Syi, when I saw you at the airport, some how I could sense that you were a mobile suit pilot." He lended over a bit and brushed away her bangs.
"I thought so."
"Then why'd you ask?" he asked with a devilish grin.
"Just making sure." She breathed a deep sigh, not from the yelling at Quatre, but just from being tired.
"You look tired, Syi. I'd better go." Duo stood up, but Syira grabbed his hand.
"Promise me you'll come back tomorrow, Duo," she pleaded. Duo smiled at her.
"I promise, although, I can't say the same for Quatre."
"That's okay. Right now, all I want to do is to spend some time with my big brother."
"And I want to spend time with my little sister and figure out what kind of trouble she's gotten into since I saw her last," Duo teased her with a grin on his face. He then brushed away her nabgs, bent overm and gently kissed her forehead. "Night sis. Rest well."
"Good night brother." Duo stood up and left Syira to her sleep.
********
"I'm back, Syira!" Duo announced a couple days later as he entered her hospital bedroom.
"Hey Duo." Syira sat up in her bed.
"How have you been doing the past couple days? Have you slept well? Are they treating you alright, Syira?" Syira smiled.
"I'm fine, Duo. No need to worry over me like a mother hen. I'm actually getting better now."
"I know, Syi, but I just had to make sure. Hey, I bought the others to se ya."
"Let them in Duo." With that being said, Trowa, Wufei, and Heero joined Duo in Syira's room.
"Nice work against the mobile dolls," Heero commented.
"Hm thanks. It wasn't all that hard really." She looked at Duo. "Where's Quatre?"
"Umm.. busy," lied Duo.
"Still mad at me?"
"I guess, but I don't really see why. I mean, its not like you killed anyone. You actually saved a lot of lives, including his."
"Because," stated Trowa. "He saw her as a gentle person, one who wouldn't be a mobile suit pilot, but when he saw her covered in her own blood, he was soo shocked at the truth, he's become angry."
"He's right Duo," agreed Syira. There was a long pause of uneasy silence before Heero spoke.
"How did you know about the mobile dolls so quickly?" he asked.
"I guess you can say I can sense what appears on Fieldhove's radar, even if I'm a great distance away. When an enemy mobile suit appears on Fieldhove's rader, I can actually see where it is on the rader, as if I was in the cockpit. Then, Moonlight cloaks itself and flies to the area and waits till I arrive. While I 'see' Fieldhove's rader, I pass out suddenly for a few moments," she explained.
"So, that's why you passed out at the party, Syi," remarked Duo, as he stood with his arms behind his back. Syira eyed her braided friend couriously.
"What are you trying to hide behind your back, Duo?" she asked.
"Oh nothing. Just a bouche of flowers for my favorite sister," he said as he pulled out a full bouche of fully bloomed, and multicolored roses resting in a crystal vase with water. She smiled.
"Duo, I'm your only sister."
"All the more reason that your my favorite."
"They're beautiful. I'll put 'em on the side table beside my bed," she said, reaching for the vase, but Duo shacked his head.
"Sorry, Syi, but I can't let you do that," he reminded. "Remember that damaged arm you've got? The weight of the vase could make it worse and I don't want to take the chance."
"Come on Duo. I promise I'll be careful," she begged.
"I'm not saying that I don't think you'll be careful. I just want that arm of yours to heal properly, Sis."
"Don't worry, Bro. I'll survive."
"Nope. I'll put them on the table for you. Just to make sure." Duo walked over to the table and carefully placed the vase down. "There we go. Now, you can always look at them."
"Thanks Duo."
"No problem."
"How many mobile dolls were there, Syira?" inquired Wufei.
"Why does it matter?" she replied.
"I just want to make sure that we know all the facts to this."
"Or do you want to make sure Syira's not lieing to you?" Trowa remarked, but Wufei ignored him.
"Are you saying that Syira is a lier, Wuffie?"
"No, I just want to know the facts of the story for myself, and for the last time, it's WUFEI!"
"Don't worry about it, Duo. I don't mind answering him," said Syira. She turned her gaze upon Wufei. "There were ten mobile dolls. It wasn't even a warm-up for me."
"Then why did they explode so violently?" Heero asked. "They shouldn't have done that."
"That was because they were equpped with explosives. Silver Wolf had it's suspesions that a few remaining mobile dolls were left and that they were to be used to kill the peace supporters in one swift blow. Fortunitly, their mission failed and now they have no mobile dolls."
"I think it's time to leave and let Syira get some more rest," suggested Trowa.
"Unless you have anymore questions for her Wufie?" asked Duo.
"No, I have no questions for her, for the time being."
"Good. Let's get going then."
"Cya round Duo," said Syira as the four gundam pilots left her room.
tbc
Yey!!!! I'm done yet another chapter! I'm trying to finish this fic before I have to move, but I don't know. I not be able to. Oh well. I hope your enjoying the fict. Any questions/comments/remarks?? E-mail me! I'd love to hear from ya! Cya!
Chapter 5
Disclaimers: yeah, I do not own GW. I just have rights to the plot line and the character I create. Do not sue. I don't make money off this.
Okay, I'm making progess. Dispite the fact that Fanfiction.net is not letting me upload any ficts, I will continue to write. By the looks of things, I'm about half way done, but that could change. I may add/delete chapters.
Duo and Quatre sat patiently in the waiting room for news on Syira's condition from the doctor. When he came out, Duo stood up.
"How is she, Doctor Toemoe?" Duo asked in a quiet, caring voice, one that's not used often by the braided pilot. He took a heavy sigh.
"She'll be alright, but she needs to stay here for awhile. She's lost a good deal of blood and we've discovered some broken ribs and bones, some of which seem to have been there for a couple of months, but not serious. It's amazing that she even surived. Any normal person would have died or be on the brink of death."
"Well, she's not exactually normal. When can we see her, doc?" he asked concerningly.
"You can see her now, if you like, but not for very long. She's still very weakened right now. She's in room 108." He pointed at the doors. "Go through these doors, go down the hall, and it's the last door to your left." Quatre stood up and the two pilots headed off to see their injuried friend.
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Duo quietly knocked on the door and opened it enough to pock his head.
"Syira," he whispered to the room. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah," she said in a soft voice. "Come on in." Duo opened the door and entered into the room with Quatre behind him,but stopped after taking a couple steps into the room. Duo walked over to the side of her bed, pulled up a chair, and sat down. Syira was laying down on the bed.
"How are you feel?" He brushed her bangs off her face.
"I'm feeling alright. Just a couple bumbs and brushes." She said with a weak smile. Quatre just stood there, showing no emotion, and looked at Syira.
"Duo."
"Yeah, Syi."
"Can you please step out for a sec?" Duo looked at her couriously.
"What's up?"
"I just need to talk to Quatre for a sec." Duo started at Syira for a second.
"Alright, Syira," he said reluctantly. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm trusting you." He headed for the door, and turned around with a grin. "Just don't do anything that I'd do." Syira smiled as Duo headed outside. The room was silent, even with the closing of the door.
"Well," said Quatre after a few minutes of silence. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US ABOUT THE DOLLS!" Quatre yelled angrly. "We could have DONE something. We could have brought our gundams!"
"And what good what have that done? None of your gundams are close enough to have made in time to do anything. If you had sent in your gundams, they could have done some REAL damage and thousands of people would have died instead of me being the only one hurt. If I had said something, panic would have ensued. Peace has only been around for such a small time. I knew about the dolls, and I had a mobile that was close enough to destory them with no civilian casualities. I took the chances going into that battle, Quatre. Lying here in bed is just a small price to pay for saving those lives." She turned her head to face Quatre. "Including you life, Quatre."
"Then WHY WERE YOU SO CARELESS!"
"It was an accident. The force of the rubble hitting Fieldhove's back travelled into the cockpit, causing the equipment to hit my head. I managed to stay awake for awhile, but I could fell my body beginning to shut down. Just as I was about to black out, Fieldhove opened the cockpit door, and let me out. If she hadn't done that, I'd be dead by now."
"WHY DIDN'T YOU.."
"WHY DIDN'T I WHAT QUATRE," Syira interrupted. "WHY DIDN'T I WHAT?!"
"Say that you were a mobile suit pilot," he replied, as if taken back but Syira's outbrust.
"So what? I can pilot a mobile suit. BIG DEAL! It comes with the territory of being a rebel fighter, Quatre. I'm a rebel fighter and a rebel fighter needs to know how to fight."
"Why?! Peace has finally be achieved, Syira!"
"Not everywhere! Someplaces are still in war. These battles just aren't important enough to make the ESU's table."
"So, was coming to the ball was just a cover up?"
"NO!" Syira shouted, with even more rage then before in her voice. Quatre was shackened up by this. "I didn't know about the dolls until I got here. Remember when I passed out? My mind is linked to Fieldhove's sensors and they alert me of anything that's approaching the area. The trip was suppose to be a vaction away from the war, and so I could spend some time with Duo. He's my only family left, Quatre. I couldn't bare lossing him as well."
"Why? Because your consense would eat away at you!" Quatre said with hatred.
"WHY ARE YOU BEING SO UNREASONIBLE, QUATRE!" she yelled. "Ever since I asked Duo to leave, you've been critizing every step, move and reason I've made surrounding this. No, I wouldn't miss Duo beucase of my consense. I'd miss him because I love him. He's my brother and he's all I have left. Are you angry at me because I didn't tell you about me being able to pilot a mobile suit?"
"YES!" he yelled. There was an uneasy silence between the two, but soon Syira broke the silence.
"I don't blame you." Quatre looked at her with a surprised look on his face. "I'd be mad too if the rules were switched, but all I'm asking of you is forgiveness, Quatre. There's nothing else left to hide about myself."
"Are you done."
"Huh?"
"Are you done lieing? I can tell that there's still more about you to know, Syira. There's still more that you haven't told, things that Duo doesn't even know."
"Do I have your forgiveness?"
"Don't change the topic, Syira."
"You changed the topic. Not me. Well? Do I?" Quatre took a deep breath.
"For not telling us about Fieldhove and the dolls, yes, but not about lieing about yourself.There's more about you that you haven't told us about, stuff that even Duo doesn't even know about."
"When will you forgive me?" Syira looksto the ceiling.
"When you tell everyone, including Duo, what you've left out about yourself." Quatre turned and headed towards the door.
"Quatre." He stopped.
"Yes?"
"Can you send Duo back in?"
"Sure." Quatre walked out of the room and Duo soon comes back in. He pulled a chair up beside Syira's bed and sat down.
"Are you okay? I couldhear the yelling from outside." He chuckled. "That's a first."
"What's a first?"
"That either one of you yelled. Quatre's usually a quiet person." Syira smiled.
"I'm alright. A bit banged up, but I'll be alright. Quatre, on the other hand, isn't."
"Why?" Syira took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling once again.
"I think it's because when he first meet me, he saw me as a gentle soul kind of person, someone who didn't pilot a mobile suit, let alone destory a couple of Mobile Dolls. Now, he's seen me as someone else."
"He'll be fine, Syi," reassured Duo. "I'm sure of it." Syira looked at Duo and smiled.
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"How are you handling it?" Duo smiled back.
"To tell you the truth, Syi, when I saw you at the airport, some how I could sense that you were a mobile suit pilot." He lended over a bit and brushed away her bangs.
"I thought so."
"Then why'd you ask?" he asked with a devilish grin.
"Just making sure." She breathed a deep sigh, not from the yelling at Quatre, but just from being tired.
"You look tired, Syi. I'd better go." Duo stood up, but Syira grabbed his hand.
"Promise me you'll come back tomorrow, Duo," she pleaded. Duo smiled at her.
"I promise, although, I can't say the same for Quatre."
"That's okay. Right now, all I want to do is to spend some time with my big brother."
"And I want to spend time with my little sister and figure out what kind of trouble she's gotten into since I saw her last," Duo teased her with a grin on his face. He then brushed away her nabgs, bent overm and gently kissed her forehead. "Night sis. Rest well."
"Good night brother." Duo stood up and left Syira to her sleep.
********
"I'm back, Syira!" Duo announced a couple days later as he entered her hospital bedroom.
"Hey Duo." Syira sat up in her bed.
"How have you been doing the past couple days? Have you slept well? Are they treating you alright, Syira?" Syira smiled.
"I'm fine, Duo. No need to worry over me like a mother hen. I'm actually getting better now."
"I know, Syi, but I just had to make sure. Hey, I bought the others to se ya."
"Let them in Duo." With that being said, Trowa, Wufei, and Heero joined Duo in Syira's room.
"Nice work against the mobile dolls," Heero commented.
"Hm thanks. It wasn't all that hard really." She looked at Duo. "Where's Quatre?"
"Umm.. busy," lied Duo.
"Still mad at me?"
"I guess, but I don't really see why. I mean, its not like you killed anyone. You actually saved a lot of lives, including his."
"Because," stated Trowa. "He saw her as a gentle person, one who wouldn't be a mobile suit pilot, but when he saw her covered in her own blood, he was soo shocked at the truth, he's become angry."
"He's right Duo," agreed Syira. There was a long pause of uneasy silence before Heero spoke.
"How did you know about the mobile dolls so quickly?" he asked.
"I guess you can say I can sense what appears on Fieldhove's radar, even if I'm a great distance away. When an enemy mobile suit appears on Fieldhove's rader, I can actually see where it is on the rader, as if I was in the cockpit. Then, Moonlight cloaks itself and flies to the area and waits till I arrive. While I 'see' Fieldhove's rader, I pass out suddenly for a few moments," she explained.
"So, that's why you passed out at the party, Syi," remarked Duo, as he stood with his arms behind his back. Syira eyed her braided friend couriously.
"What are you trying to hide behind your back, Duo?" she asked.
"Oh nothing. Just a bouche of flowers for my favorite sister," he said as he pulled out a full bouche of fully bloomed, and multicolored roses resting in a crystal vase with water. She smiled.
"Duo, I'm your only sister."
"All the more reason that your my favorite."
"They're beautiful. I'll put 'em on the side table beside my bed," she said, reaching for the vase, but Duo shacked his head.
"Sorry, Syi, but I can't let you do that," he reminded. "Remember that damaged arm you've got? The weight of the vase could make it worse and I don't want to take the chance."
"Come on Duo. I promise I'll be careful," she begged.
"I'm not saying that I don't think you'll be careful. I just want that arm of yours to heal properly, Sis."
"Don't worry, Bro. I'll survive."
"Nope. I'll put them on the table for you. Just to make sure." Duo walked over to the table and carefully placed the vase down. "There we go. Now, you can always look at them."
"Thanks Duo."
"No problem."
"How many mobile dolls were there, Syira?" inquired Wufei.
"Why does it matter?" she replied.
"I just want to make sure that we know all the facts to this."
"Or do you want to make sure Syira's not lieing to you?" Trowa remarked, but Wufei ignored him.
"Are you saying that Syira is a lier, Wuffie?"
"No, I just want to know the facts of the story for myself, and for the last time, it's WUFEI!"
"Don't worry about it, Duo. I don't mind answering him," said Syira. She turned her gaze upon Wufei. "There were ten mobile dolls. It wasn't even a warm-up for me."
"Then why did they explode so violently?" Heero asked. "They shouldn't have done that."
"That was because they were equpped with explosives. Silver Wolf had it's suspesions that a few remaining mobile dolls were left and that they were to be used to kill the peace supporters in one swift blow. Fortunitly, their mission failed and now they have no mobile dolls."
"I think it's time to leave and let Syira get some more rest," suggested Trowa.
"Unless you have anymore questions for her Wufie?" asked Duo.
"No, I have no questions for her, for the time being."
"Good. Let's get going then."
"Cya round Duo," said Syira as the four gundam pilots left her room.
tbc
Yey!!!! I'm done yet another chapter! I'm trying to finish this fic before I have to move, but I don't know. I not be able to. Oh well. I hope your enjoying the fict. Any questions/comments/remarks?? E-mail me! I'd love to hear from ya! Cya!